blood, dancing

the three experts in the hall were stunned at the same time. Chen Daozhi's broken hands drew a strange parabola and threw it towards the front of the hall door. The eyes of the three people followed two broken hands to the steps in the hall before they stopped steadily. The look of the three people was frightened, and the shrill wailing of Chen Dao made the three level eight masters marvel at Lu Chen's skill.

"Tao?"

how capable Chen Dao is? As the commander of the martial arts, he can't understand it any more. Especially the outsiders don't know that there are only six levels of peak...