Zhang Lei fell onto the ground in pain and his face looked drained. His eyes reflected his fear and shock. Dragon Painting was the fifth form of the Dragon-Tiger Fist and there weren’t many disciples in the Heavenly Profound Sect who managed to practice it. Even worse was that Lin Yun had reached greater mastery in it. But as a Sword Firmament Pavilion’s disciple, the Dragon Painting executed by Lin Yun was even stronger than the ones used by the Heavenly Profound Sect’s disciples.

“Damn it, I’ll kill you today!” Zhang Lei roared and hammered his fist into the ground. He jumped up off the ground, raising a cloud of dust outside the Contribution Hall. His fist made the ground...