The Golden Dragon appeared and disappeared intermittently, its dragon roar was unceasing. A sharp glint flashed in Ling Tianyu's eyes as he watched Ning Xian, who had already launched his attack. His upper body suddenly leaned backward, and his fists, like those of a leopard, exploded forward with force.
"Boom!"
"Awooo——"
Two beams of golden light burst from his fists, instantly merging into one.
That golden light, accompanied by the sound of the dragon's roar, shot straight toward its target.
"Bang!"
"Crack!"
A clear sound of breaking bones rang out. Ning Xian, still in the midst of his attack, was struck squarely and sent flying. His chest cavity collapsed inward, and he lay on the ground, vomiting three mouthfuls of blood.
Silence, the entire estate fell quiet, everyone staring at the scene with eyes wide and breaths held.
They hadn't recovered yet; the pressure emitted by the two beams of golden light was unbearable, a pressure that made them want to submit.