Did he really think his snake tail was that easy to grab?
The power of a single tail swipe was vigorous and piercingly cold, reaching the absolute limits of fierce, tyrannical might. Sudden gales flared up, sending sand and stones hurtling through the air.
In barely the blink of an eye, Ling Yihang's hand grasped nothing but empty air, yet his own body found itself tightly coiled and restrained. He was stunned for a moment!
"Do you really consider yourself a God?"
A faint, bloody light swirled in Tu Xiao'an's eyes, his murderous intent boiling over. Ever since arriving in B City, he had been suppressing himself, hiding, pretending, and showing restraint. As the Lord Gong of the Yaoling Mountain Range, it was no longer anyone else's turn to act arrogant in front of him.
