Just as the second divine dragon was being formed, Lin Daiyu once again brought forth the third divine dragon.
And so on: when Lin Daiyu summoned the eighteenth dragon, there was no more space to conjure any more dragons before him.
"What, Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms? Run!" Black Mountain Demon's jaw dropped to the ground once again.
He hurriedly grabbed his jaw from the ground, fastened it back, tightened the cog, and immediately turned around and leapt off the arena without delay.
Voluntarily jumping off the stage was tantamount to forfeiting the match.
Although Black Mountain Demon was reluctant to forfeit, the sight of Lin Daiyu before him reminded him of the most powerful Lin Daiyu he had heard about in the celestial realm.
A being akin to a god, even the Great Sage Equal to Heaven had to show deference and dared not provoke Lin Daiyu, for any provocation would result in a beatdown.
