Inside Zhang Tiandong's body, Xiao Wangjun accelerated the time, and his Taoist Qi was doubled. The sharp knife stabbed Zhang Tiandong's phantasm, but the phantasm was unmoved.
"Hurmph, break for me." Zhang Tiandong let out a soft cry as his phantasmal body shot out and transformed into a ray of flowing light that swirled around his true self. The sounds of cries and wails continued wherever it passed. In a short while, another two experts had fallen.
The crowd gasped and secretly regretted. If they had known that this young man was so strong, they should not have provoked him.
The strong man and the old man's eyes lit up. They said, "He's so young and powerful. Is he Long Jianfei, the Third Prince of the Dragon Palace?"
But he shook his head instantly. Everyone knew how beautiful Drag
