Struggling to control the black dragon beneath him, An Xi was not overly frightened despite a series of bombardments. Throughout the process, indeed, he had not managed to strike back even once, but likewise, the Dark Magic Dragon had endured eight palm strikes from Yinglong without too much trouble. Although it couldn't be said that it had escaped unscathed, the impact was very minor and didn't interfere with its performance in the slightest.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, An Xi looked at Xin Yun in the distance with shining eyes and chuckled, "Not bad... I admit you're formidable. Under your attacks, I didn't have the ability to fight back at all. However, it seems your attacks are hardly able to injure me. To me, they're nothing more than tickling."
Pausing for a moment, An Xi then sneered, "Now, eight palm strikes have passed, yet I am still standing here just fine. What do you say?"
