"Ah…"
The White Dragon screamed in misery. A terrifying hole had been punctured through his open chest, and he was wholly soaked in fresh blood as he shot out and crashed into an imitation mountain.
He was almost split into two and was rolling on the ground in agony. The wound from that fist strike had even reached his torso, truly devastating.
Chu Feng approached and looked down at him with frosty eyes.
Astonishment was written all over Jiang Luoshen’s face. It was the first time she had personally witnessed Chu Feng fight. The battle was too shocking.
She had observed the whole battle. Chu Feng was like a god of war with resplendent lights enshrouding his whole body and beams of light shooting out of his eyes. He fought with a type of powerful elegance and defeated the enemy through sheer force. It was an overwhelming scene.
"He’s that powerful…" She couldn’t help but mutter to herself. As a close-up spectator, her heart was in turmoil and couldn’t calm down for some time.
No one guessed the true form of White Dragon correctly, including myself.