"To be honest, the Jinglong Association has now been calculated by me to the utmost."
"Today, not to mention a previous First Shock, even when counting back through generations..."
He said this, pointing to a mountain top not far away:
"Even if the deceased souls of the First Shocks from past generations were resurrected from there."
"Today, your Jinglong Association is destined to perish!!!"
"Dongmen Yong, you deserve to die!!!"
The Second Jing was suddenly furious, his body turned, a flash of blood-colored stream light, and the blades layered endlessly.
Yet he only felt a searing heat rushing to his heart. In an instant, flames scattered everywhere, and the two curved blades in his hands were as hot as fire.
The momentum of the blades was thus blocked, and a bad feeling suddenly arose in his heart. He looked up suddenly and saw Dongmen Yong's palm containing Ziyang, a palm already nearing him.
