"Mystic Dragon Fist!"
Zhao Dong dared not hesitate and immediately threw a punch. At the seventh level of Foundation Establishment, his strength surged dramatically. A golden dragon roared forth from his Mystic Dragon Fist, instantly shattering the rain of fire that filled the sky. He immediately flipped over the wall and rushed out of the courtyard.
The power of a battle between Martial Saints is too great. If it continues here, this small courtyard will undoubtedly be destroyed!
Seeing Zhao Dong deliberately lead the men outside, a satisfied smile touched Su Li's lips. He picked up his wine pot and swayed as he followed them out.
「Outside.」
As soon as Zhao Dong landed, the leader and his two companions immediately attacked.
"Boy, die!" the leader snarled. He formed a hand seal, pointed his long sword skyward, and the downpour of fire reappeared.
