C503 Disbanding the Dragon Island

"Hit!" Kwoo Wei's fist made contact, and a rush of elation surged through him—he had landed his punch! But the thrill was fleeting, vanishing as quickly as it came when he felt his wrist caught in an iron grip. His face drained of color as he turned to face the person behind him.

Sure enough, there stood a Daoist, clad in an azure robe, his hair coiled into a traditional bun