C186 Dialectics

"Damn it!"

The sinister old man roared, and suddenly smacked out with his palm. Layers of snake shadows, his aura was extremely berserk, and instantly tore apart Long Xuan's four azure dragons, sending him flying.

"Third Prince." Gui Zheng drew a tortoise shield in his hand, hastily blocking the elder's attack. He was also blown away by his violent attacks