"You alone?" The Wolf Fang Sect youth sneered dismissively.
Liu Hui was only at the Refining God Ninth Heaven Realm, not even a Half-Step Purity Realm cultivator. The youth didn't give him a second thought.
"Talk is cheap. Do you dare to fight?" Liu Hui stared daggers at the Wolf Fang Sect youth, his eyes practically shooting fire.
The Wolf Fang Sect youth laughed loudly. "Why wouldn't I dare? I'm just afraid you can't afford to lose!"
"Can't afford to lose?" Liu Hui's draconic pride was provoked. He said coldly, "Survive one punch from me, then we'll talk."
ROAR!
A sonorous dragon's roar echoed through the main peak's grand hall. Liu Hui began his Dragon Transformation. Tiny, pale-gold scales covered his entire body, and his arms swelled, morphing into Dragon Claws.
On his forehead, two small, sharp horns protruded, one on the left and one on the right. A vast, primordial aura radiated from him.
