"Brat, let me show you the prowess of a Greatly Accomplished God-King who has gone through Body Tempering."
Helian Ding launched a whip-like kick at Lu Qinglian.
Bang!
Lu Qinglian blocked the kick with his left arm.
Lu Qinglian was sent flying back dozens of steps, shaking his left arm: "Your strength is just too much."
"Brat, how dare you disgrace our Helian Family; I'll show you that there are always bigger fish out there." Helian Ding pursued to kill, "Eighteen Styles of Eagle Claw!"
Helian Ding's five fingers became claws, ferocious and sharp enough to easily tear through meteoric iron.
Lu Qinglian desperately dodged, engaging Helian Ding but at a disadvantage.
"Helian Ding, what are you playing at?"
Huangfu Yin was facing off against Lu Changsheng and, unsure of Lu Changsheng's trump card, did not make his move rashly.
He was dissatisfied to see Helian Ding actually being tied up by Lu Qinglian.
