The wyvern had basically inherited the fighting style of the True Dragon. It would only use its dragon breath when facing a powerful enemy.
Creatures weaker than it would use its claws and tail to attack the opponent.
Zhang Xing looked at the wyvern charging over and stood there calmly. He was not in a hurry to make a move.
He could have summoned any dragon and easily dealt with this pseudo-dragon.
However, his current strength was comparable to a Six-Star Venerable. He was no longer afraid of these Level 7 pseudo-dragons and True Dragons.
"Kid, why aren't you making a move? You must have been scared silly."
The Twin-legged Flying Dragon raised its huge claws, taunting Zhang Xing as it swatted at him.
He thought that since Zhang Xing could sneak attack and kill his partner, his strength should be around a Two-Star War Venerable.
However, in terms of strength, he was much stronger than the other party.
Therefore, he had the confidence to fight with Zhang Xing.
The tip of the huge claws flashed with a cold light. Under the illumination of the magic stones on the street, it was particularly dazzling.
"We, the Colossal Dragons, have never known what mercy is. Go to hell!"
The wyvern's huge claws had already covered Zhang Xing's head.
He seemed to see the scene of this young man's head being smashed.
The wyvern cried out excitedly. He liked to see such a scene. He liked to bully the weak.
He had not fought on the battlefield for a long time. He often missed that bloody battle scene.
However, just as he was fantasizing, he suddenly heard a cracking sound.
Eh?
I didn't use any strength. Why did this kid's head shatter?
No!
It didn't seem like it.
Then, a heart-wrenching pain spread from the claws to the entire body.
Roar …
At the same time, the wyvern felt as if its claws had grabbed onto a piece of ten-thousand-year-old cold iron. Not only did it not touch the cold iron, but it also broke its claws.
Just as he let out a painful roar, an earth-shattering power suddenly erupted.
It felt as if its body was a small boat in the ocean, being slapped into the distance by a huge wave.
Boom!
The entire street shook.
Everyone else saw an unbelievable scene.
They saw Zhang Xing's right fist rushing toward the sky as if he was going to split the world apart.
As for the wyvern, it was like a rubber ball as it flew into the sky in an arc before crashing down more than 50 meters away.
This was not the end. Zhang Xing's figure moved and instantly appeared beside Fei Long.
Just as Fei Long was about to get up, he saw a small fist coming down on him.
He wanted to dodge, but it was just a thought. His body could not keep up with his thoughts.
Because the speed of the punch was too fast.
Bang!
Another punch sent him crashing to the ground.
"I said that if you can take one of my moves, I'll spare your life. But now, it seems that you didn't. You're really a trash dragon."
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
As Zhang Xing spoke, he threw another three punches.
Every punch landed on the wyvern's head.
Every punch caused the wyvern to spit out a large amount of blood.
The sound of bones breaking could be heard with every punch.
"A little pseudo-dragon like you wants to crush my head? Do you have the strength to do so?"
"I'd like to see how hard your head is!"
Zhang Xing did not use his full strength. He threw punch after punch just to let Fei Long experience the feeling of having his bones broken.
Everyone at the scene was dumbfounded.
This young man was too fierce. He was slaying a dragon!
No!
No, this young man was more like a giant dragon, and the flying dragon was more like a small reptile.
"I'll pull out your tendons and skin you alive!"
Zhang Xing threw a few more punches until Fei Long stopped moving.
"Get up, don't play dead!"
Zhang Xing flipped Fei Long's eyelids and saw the empty eye sockets. He then checked Fei Long's heart and heart, they had indeed stopped beating.
"A Rank 7 Colossal Dragon? So weak. It's dead."