C3273 Pressing on the Ground to Rub

Boom!

The one-eyed dragon's head was pressed onto the ground. It was almost invisible as only a tuft of hair remained, and he did not even have the chance to resist. Under Yang Ping's palm, it was like a mountain was pressing down on him.

The courtyard was incomparably quiet.

Yang Ping, who was hanging a cigarette, looked at San Ye and laughed without a care in the world, "Aiyo