C1696 The Claw Slapped down and the Scene Was too Horrible to Bear

Whoosh!

The claw, palm facing upward, flipped in the light and shadow, and then it lunged fiercely at the Southern King.

You strike with a palm; I retaliate with a claw.

The recent clash had left neither party wounded.

At least, Saint One felt nothing; he was unsure, however, about the Southern King's condition.

Horror painted the Southern King's face as he lost his composure