Crack, crack, crack—
The wooden planks and carpets laid on the deck of the painting boat were suddenly and violently sucked up by the ferocious suction in Jiang Dali's dragon claw-like palms.
However, Colorful Envoy skillfully avoided the center of the violent suction, his figure flitting at the edge of the Qi Force like a fluttering butterfly, raising his folding fan briefly.
In an instant, threads of fine, hair-like silver light, silent yet as fast as lightning, aimed directly at Jiang Dali's entire body.
"Petty tricks!"
Jiang Dali sneered, his palm suddenly reaching downward, and the Cloud Dragon Probe Claw transformed as if suddenly becoming a Hawk striking down.
Immediately, that violent suction turned into a pressing palm!
Clang—
A torrent of fierce Qi turned into a spinning golden bell that suddenly condensed in the palm of his hand.