Abe Jinwu had never felt such a crushing sense of defeat—he thought taking on Qin Feng would be a piece of cake, just steamroll him.
But now, he was being forced into a dead end by the guy.
He waved his hand, suddenly threw out a golden talisman, formed a hand seal with both hands, and shouted, "Lin! Bing! Dou! Zhe! Jie! Zhen! Lie! Qian! Xing!"
With every word he chanted, the talisman flashed once.
Qin Feng frowned hard—he was all too familiar with this incantation.
Last time in Hong Kong, when facing Abe Yuji's sister Abe Meiji, that Japanese woman used this trick—summoning a Fox Spirit's soul from a talisman.
Abe Jinwu strained to activate the talisman. Black smoke poured out, the pressure was overwhelming, and with a thunderous roar, it took the shape of a dragon nearly three meters long.
"Dragon Soul?"
Qin Feng was shocked, not expecting Abe Jinwu to have such a treasure.
