Feng Feiyun simply channeled his Swift Samsara and easily dodged the gigantic palm.

“That’s the Eagle King Physique at the sixth level, allowing Wang Sanwang to change his frame. That strike earlier had the power of three dragon-tigers. That could seriously injure me if it connects.” A young overlord sighed.

“No one at the same level can compete with Feiyun’s speed.” Donglai had fought against Feiyun before so he was aware of both Feiyun’s strong and weak points and considered him to be his greatest rival.

On the lower list, he was ranked fourth while Feiyun occupied the third position. Only by defeating Feiyun would he be able to prove that he is stronger.

“But he’s poisoned now and won’t be able to fight for long. His vitality and power can’t support it.” The young king stated.

Donglai nodded in agreement but he still didn’t underestimate...