"Old geezer, before I make a move, you dared to strike first."
The Blood Flood Dragon cursed loudly, but his body was honest, and he quickly moved aside.
"Boom!"
The terrifying force smashed a column in the hall that required three or four people to hug.
The Blood Flood Dragon vanished, leaving no trace.
Lu Zhao snorted coldly and suddenly turned around, releasing terrifying power from his palm.
"Boom!"
The chairs and tables were instantly torn to pieces by the palm's wind, yet there was no sign of the Blood Flood Dragon.
At that moment, Lu Zhao shifted sideways.
"Whoosh!"
A gust of wind grazed his neck, the speed so frightening that the hairs on his neck stood upright.
"Courting death."
Lu Zhao was furious, power surged around him, and with a lift of his hand, several beams of white light shot out from his palm, sealing the area before him.
"Bang!"
The Blood Flood Dragon was forced to reveal himself, flipping in mid-air and crashing into a pillar with a ding.
