Wang Meng smiled. In truth, he was letting out a huge sigh of relief. At last, he could fight without holding back.
"Then let me witness the power of a king of the Demon Race."
Wang Meng spoke. Although Zhang Xiaojiang had made it into the top eight, he could no longer fight. Whoever drew his name would clearly get a lucky break. But this was no loss for the Holy Hall. A Wang Meng with no one to worry about was the most terrifying opponent of all.
The Mengg Lord also keenly sensed the signal Wang Meng was giving off.
His body tensed. A knife-like glint flashed in the Mengg Lord's eyes as he let out a low roar.
BOOM...
An aura like a tornado erupted, shooting toward the heavens and dyeing the sky red.
It was a powerful presence, unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It was similar to the Dragon Race's Dragon Power, yet completely different. In terms of sheer level, it was by no means inferior to Dragon Power—it might even surpass it.
