For the first time, Ye Qingyu felt threatened.

Ang!

The roar of dragons resounded.

Ye Qingyu punched out, a silver ice dragon circling around his arm, the strength of the [Dragon Fist] mantra was displayed to the fullest extent. The fist image was above the sparkling and translucent jade-like palm image.

Bang!

A deep and low explosive sound.

A terrifying air current began to be born from the place the palm and fist met. With Ye Qingyu and that figure at ...