Samuel Grant said calmly, “I have no interest in hiding my strength and launching a surprise attack.”

“You can go back and tell Eric Dawson directly that I have achieved the tenth and final perfection of the Sun Needle Qi Technique. Ask him if he has the guts to come here?”

Before Samuel Grant finished speaking, a casual voice suddenly echoed from within Zhenlong Abyss.

“I’m already here.”

A streak of blue light suddenly flashed through the darkness, like lightning tearing through the night!

The sound of a dragon’s roar rang out, in an instant growing from barely audible to deafening!

“Eric Dawson, still using the same old Sleeve Dragon technique?” Samuel Grant shouted, activating the Sun Needle Qi Technique, stretching both hands forward, palms facing each other, clearly intending to catch the blue sword light between his palms.

Chapter 13: Slap You Bloody!

Samuel Grant tried to catch the incoming sword light barehanded, with both palms.

But unexpectedly, streaks of blue sword radiance suddenly burst forth from that blue light!

Like a true dragon, at this moment it suddenly shook its scales, all the dragon scales opening and closing together!

Sleeve Dragon, True Dragon Shakes Its Scales!

At this moment, the sword light seemed like a real azure dragon!

The blue sword radiance spread out, slicing through the golden needle rays one by one!

Samuel Grant stepped back, his expression turning grave and serious.

He spat out three words through gritted teeth: “Yan! Zhao! Ge!”

A figure appeared before everyone, dressed in white with a blue robe over it, the robe trimmed in black—it was Eric Dawson.

Seeing Eric Dawson looking so relaxed, as if out for a spring stroll, the disciples of Guangcheng Mountain instantly felt a weight lift from their hearts; the pressure Samuel Grant had brought earlier was swept away.

But the disciples of the Great Sun Sacred Sect all felt their hearts tighten.

Though they were usually proud and arrogant, at this moment, their momentum faltered.

Eric Dawson walked unhurriedly up to Samuel Grant: “I’m here. How do you want to settle this? Speak.”

Samuel Grant stared at Eric Dawson and shouted in a deep voice, “Good! You came!”

His whole body seemed to glow with golden light, countless golden needle-like rays shining everywhere like sunlight.

In the next moment, Samuel Grant struck at Eric Dawson with his palm.

The Great Sun Sacred Sect’s direct transmission martial art—Heavenly Zenith Divine Palm!

Blazing sun at its zenith!

Unlike before, when he intimidated Sikong Qing, Ye Jing, and the others, this time Samuel Grant not only used the Sun Needle Qi Technique, but also unleashed another martial arts masterpiece, the Heavenly Zenith Divine Palm.

The combination made his power even greater.

Even the wind from his palm was as sharp as steel blades.

Within the range of Samuel Grant’s palm, the surrounding space suddenly froze; even the dust was suspended in midair.

With a single palm, he locked the airflow in a section of space—Qi as solid as stone, flesh and blood crushed like iron into mud!

Eric Dawson remained calm, flicked his right hand, and a streak of blue light flashed from his sleeve, meeting Samuel Grant head-on.

The dragon’s roar sounded again, the blue sword light trembled, thousands of sword rays flickering, like a divine dragon shaking its scales.

Eric Dawson merged with his sword, soaring like a cloud dragon, as if he himself had become an azure dragon, breaking through the golden rays like sunlight!

Sleeve Dragon, Cloud Rising Dragon Soars!

Cloud Rising Dragon Soars—like clouds surging upward, like a dragon ascending, also a metaphor for a hero rising with the times!

“Pa!”

A crisp sound rang out, and both the golden and blue rays dissipated.

Samuel Grant was sent flying backward. After regaining his footing, there was even a hint of confusion in his eyes.

When he came to his senses, his face instantly twisted with rage as he glared at Eric Dawson.

On his face, a thin, bright red line of blood was clearly visible, obviously drawn by Eric Dawson with some unknown object.

Eric Dawson stood with his hands behind his back, calmly looking at Samuel Grant, saying nothing, as if asking whether he wanted to continue.

Samuel Grant was so furious he nearly exploded, letting out a roar and charging again.

In the darkness of Zhenlong Abyss, blue light flashed again, and the dragon’s roar sounded once more.

“Pa!” “Pa!” “Pa!”

All the disciples of the Great Sun Sacred Sect were dumbfounded. The senior brother who had been so high-spirited just moments ago now had bloody marks crisscrossing his face, so miserable it would make anyone who saw it feel sorrow, and anyone who heard about it shed tears.

Samuel Grant was beaten dizzy, his eyes bloodshot.

He gathered all his internal energy, focusing it entirely into his palms, and attacked Eric Dawson.

This strike, he abandoned all defense, focusing solely on offense, raising his attack to its peak—even if it meant mutual destruction, he was determined to kill Eric Dawson on the spot!

Eric Dawson glanced at him sideways, flicked his right hand again, and met the attack head-on with his sword, aiming straight for Samuel Grant’s incoming palm.

Amidst the earth-shaking dragon’s roar, a miserable scream rang out.

In the next moment, everyone saw a bloody hole in the center of Samuel Grant’s palm, pierced straight through by Eric Dawson’s sword!

Eric Dawson said calmly, “Satisfied now?”

Facing the crowd’s shocked and uncertain gazes, Eric Dawson remained serene, flicked his sleeve, and a hint of emerald green peeked out from the cuff.

Everyone looked closely, and finally saw clearly the weapon Eric Dawson had been using all along.

But the result was that everyone gasped in unison.

When Samuel Grant saw it, his vision went black, and he nearly fainted on the spot.