C391 Victory(1)

"Chiang Zhan, you forced me to use the last move of the Heavenly Dragon Fist. Sacrificing the Ancestral Dragon with blood, you are courting death!" Teng Loong raised his head and roared towards the sky. His voice was like a dragon's roar, shaking the entire world. His face was gloomy and his brows were cold. A strong killing intent covered the entire sky from top to bottom