Hai Tung Wan gritted its razor-sharp teeth and its red eyes burned with humiliated fury as it glared down at the smirking human cultivator.
This arrogant human…
Still wearing that lazy, condescending half-smile…
The beast reinforced its fist with surging water spiritual energy as its muscles bulged. With a deep roar, it brought the massive limb crashing down like a falling mountain aimed straight to crush Li Qingmu into bloody paste.
Yet again.
One slender finger rose casually.
The descending fist met an immovable wall.
The impact force rippled outward in concentric shockwaves that kicked up towering curtains of sand.
Li Qingmu didn't even shift his footing.
"Oi…"
He said, voice flat and mildly annoyed.
"How many times do I have to say it?"
He frowned like an old man.
"Water-type attacks… won't… work… on me."
Before the beast could wrench its arm back.
WHOOOOSH!
Li Qingmu's other hand shot forward like lightning.
