Gong Liu lifted both hands, two enormous water dragons gradually forming behind him. In the eerie voice, killing intent could not be concealed—like serpent tongues in the dark, flicking out to claim the prey’s life.
"Hmph, same to you!"
The two men’s spiritual energies clashed, each sickened by the other. Su Liu’s wrist, gripping his sword, was already numb, his fingers trembling—he cursed Heaven for not granting him more time to cultivate.