He threw a punch.
Numerous bronze arms swiftly appeared around Wu Xiaode, each entwined with dark flames.
He stood amidst these flames unscathed, but the moment the dragon's flesh touched the dark flames on the bronze arms, it stripped away to nothing but pale white bones.
A punch was born.
Thousands of punches struck simultaneously!
Wu Xiaode flew forward, the bronze fists swirling around him striking the surrounding flesh like a storm.
In an instant, the entire dragon was reduced to a skeleton.
Wu Xiaode leaped out from the gaps in the skeleton and looked up at Liu Ling in the air.
"Killing you now doesn't violate our agreement,"
Liu Ling said softly, stepping forward and placing her delicate hand on the forehead of the dragon—
Clatter, clatter, clatter!
In a series of intricate sounds, the entire dragon's skeleton instantly scattered, falling toward the ground.
Wu Xiaode was slightly startled.
Was that a dragon killed just like that?
