Jiao Cang's face turned pale with utter terror. As a Grotto-Heaven Realm expert with a domain spanning fifty thousand li, he could walk sideways almost anywhere, save for the pseudo-marquis leaders of the major tribes. Yet today, in this wild, desolate village, his Divine Technique had actually been shattered by a Blood-Moving Realm youth.
"Ah! No!" Jiao Cang let out a shrill, miserable scream.
Shi Heng swung his towering wolf claws down like Mount Tai pressing from above, lunging straight for Jiao Cang.
Chapter 22