Is This the Origin of the Calamity? (3)

However, the Black Tiger wouldn't tell him that when the second fist struck, the Yellow Lion had already surrendered and begged for mercy.

It was Ci Yuan's next few punches that directly knocked it unconscious.

After advancing 8,000 miles, Han Muye landed on a piece of bluestone.

Not far away, in the mountains, a four-legged exotic beast with a heavy aura in its body walked slowly, watching him vigilantly.

"Crimson Feather Armored Dragon, four-legged gallop, scales without horns, capable of spitting fire and avoiding dust, extremely fast."

Han Muye spoke sentence by sentence, causing the advancing exotic beast to stop its steps.

However, Han Muye had no intention of stopping. The swords Black Abyss and Essence Life slowly unsheathed in his hands.

"Ninth level Essence Spirit Realm, the ancient primordial dragon bloodline is enough."

Then he took a step forward.

"Clang—"