He slightly curled his five fingers, resembling an eagle's talon. Thin strands of Internal Qi flowed through his fingertips like five resilient threads, coiling toward Li Changlin's neck.
Swoosh!
In the void, a sharp, piercing sound echoed. It was Tao Zhengxiang's Internal Strength slicing through the air, the friction generating an ear-splitting noise.
With this single grasp, even solid steel before him would undoubtedly be torn apart.
Such is the might of a master of Void Force. Tao Zhengxiang possessed a strength of over eight thousand pounds; in his eyes, Li Changlin was mere insignificance.
Witnessing this scene, Yang Mingzhu's heart tightened, and she could not help but cry out in alarm.
"Insignificant as a grain of rice!" However, from Li Changlin's mouth came four words coldly spat.
Soon after, an astonishing sight unfolded before everyone's eyes: above Li Changlin's head, a colossal white dragon abruptly appeared.
