Hundreds of thousands of raindrops...
A Combat Skill inherited from the Holy Hall.
Redemption Second Stage—A Thousand, Fierce, Rain!
After pausing in mid-air for a moment, it surged forth overwhelmingly.
The situation in that instant was so fast that people only caught a fleeting glimpse.
As for Shang Xiong, who was currently one with his saber, his mind was as steadfast as ever.
"First strike!"
With a sharp shout, three phantom shadows sliced down instantly.
"You will never know who you are facing..."
Under the high-frequency vibrations of the blade in the air, a brief mist even appeared.
Shang Xiong's expression was ruthless, his eyes narrowing.
Babon Grey Wolf—Daisendari, was now in space, far from making it in time.
Other than that die-hard burly man, Shang Xiong had no one to fear in this nation in one-on-one combat.
He didn't care who was inside the mecha in front of him.
He only knew it wasn't Daisendari or the Fierce Sun Duke, which was enough.
Die...
