In the sky, the great battle raged on.
Long Xuanling's eyes bulged, fixed on the heavens above; he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"How is this possible? How can he be so powerful?" Long Xuanling murmured.
Although he had been forced to his knees by Pang Feng before, deep down he hadn't felt truly defeated. Yet, now, as he witnessed Pang Feng's overwhelming might, his heart utterly shattered.
Pang Feng's previous engagement wasn't a life-and-death struggle at all—it was as if he were merely toying with him!
If Pang Feng had unleashed the "Heavenly Dragon Eight Divisions" with two ferocious Fire Dragons right from the start, surrounding him, Long Xuanling felt he wouldn't have lasted even ten rounds.
Pang Feng's statement about not needing to bully him with spells was in no way false. Long Xuanling's sense of superiority, as Young Master Long, vanished in an instant.