In that moment, Qi Zhaoping transformed into a sleek Silver Dragon with jade-like horns. He glanced frantically upward, only to see the "dwarf" he had mentioned earlier, as well as Yu Lan looming with her head bowed.
Just from this brief contact, he sensed that something was amiss. Without the time to roar, his form shook as he tried to extricate himself.
The massive Silver Dragon tumbled, causing mountains to collapse and the earth to split, shattering two high cliffs, and then headed straight for the water.
At the same time, Yu Lan suddenly reached out.
Her fair and jade-like arm instantly transformed into a sky-obscuring claw, reaching down to capture!
The Silver Dragon with jade-like horns glanced up in horror, only to see sharp claws like hooks, covered with densely packed scales shining crimson, descending like a net from heaven, almost enveloping the entire range of mountains surrounding the Wanxiang Pavilion.
In the midst of it all, a raging yet invisible flame rose, as if turning this place into a sea of fire.
Under the shadow of this enormity,
Qi Zhaoping felt a scorching heat all over his body, as if he was about to be steamed dry. He abruptly stood his jade horn upright, trying to tear through this heaven-and-earth net, while letting out a piercing cry, "Fourth Brother, save me!"
The claw rapidly changed, forming just the right size to grasp the dragon’s head, and beneath those icy claws, the jade-like horns that the Silver Dragon Race took such pride in shattered like glass.
The claw tip pierced deeply into Qi Zhaoping’s skull, wrenching him forcibly into the air.
The colossal dragon’s body struggled frantically, dispersing the clouds in the sky, but it was as helpless as an eel caught in the grip of a hand.
Bright red dragon blood soon overflowed from the head, staining his beautiful silver scales, twinkling in the light against the sky.
Finally, the fierce dragon’s head, with bulging eyes, burst open!
As the crimson blood rain fell, a dragon of noble status met such an absurd demise between the lands of Western Hong.
Feeling the strong stench of blood, everyone stood frozen in place.
While Yu Lan had acted, Qi Zhaoyang, who had reacted immediately, now stared fixedly ahead.
He drew his sword and slashed, but the blade never fell.
That was because a delicate little hand had casually grasped the blade, the long sword capable of splitting mountains and seas failing to even scratch that hand.
Not even the death of his own brother could distract Qi Zhaoyang.
In just one encounter, he recognized the extreme danger he was in!
The two locked eyes in silence.
But the waters beneath them were increasingly more turbulent, with towering waves rising high, covering the entire sky with water, turning it into a pitch-black and gloomy scene.
When this terrifying wave fell, it could completely submerge all the lands surrounding the Wanxiang Pavilion.
The water roared with thunder flashing, creating violent rumbles.
But all An Yi saw was that sword.
With a poker face, she clenched her fist, and with a barely discernible crisp sound, a crack suddenly appeared on the sharp sword, quickly spreading.
The entire long sword suddenly shattered in that delicate palm.
Clutching the fragments, An Yi seemed oblivious to the terrifying tidal wave bearing down behind her, her gaze now on Qi Zhaoyang, who was drenched in sweat.
In an instant, her hood fluttered, revealing her well-behaved little face.
However, on that seemingly harmless face, a pair of vertical pupils occupied by the Moonlight became pure white.
From beneath the dark gold robe, a robust and dark red demonic power violently burst forth, instantly turning the gloomy sky into a vista of red clouds, like a mighty punch shattering the sky-obscuring tidal wave, tearing apart the thunder within, turning them into torrential rain falling back to the water.
In the midst of the rain, a mighty tiger’s roar enveloped Qi Zhaoyang completely.
He let go of the sword hilt, staggered backward, his face contorted, the silver armor on his body torn by his bulging muscles. His impressive figure instantly transformed into an even larger Silver Dragon with jade-like horns, shooting straight up into the sky.
Qi Zhaoyang could dodge, but the many Demon Generals around could not.
Facing the Divine Skills of a Heaven Realm Town Stone, these Great Demons of only White Jade Capital cultivation were in an even worse state than the Daozi in An Tingfeng’s presence earlier, so much so that they couldn’t even muster a final act of desperation, their Demon Souls completely extinguished by the tiger’s roar.
"It’s the West Hall Master who knows how to be merciful," said Ke Shisan, crossing his arms, getting more excited.
Those who could accompany these Dragon Descendants were tinged with Dragon Race blood, and among them were many "Dragon Descendants"; it’s just that their blood was not pure enough, so they could only be Demon Generals.
Looking at An Yi, then at Yu Lan, Qi Zhaoping, such a good uncle, just had his head burst open, blood spraying everywhere, what a waste.
Yue Tianji was just quietly watching, after all, the lord would definitely not provoke Northern Hong now.
Even in Northern Hong, the fall of a Heaven Realm powerhouse was a major event, requiring contention from all sides, even possibly causing a shift in the overall situation of Hongze.
But at this moment, it was so straightforward.
It was just a pity he couldn’t participate personally and could only enjoy the spectacle.
Qi Zhaoyang obviously saw red during the tiger’s roar, eyeing the approaching claw, on the crimson, the finely scaled claw, where, unknowingly, a large Blood Charm had appeared.
If he didn’t handle it right, there might just be another Blood Charm added.
With this in mind, he resolutely swung his claw!
A Heaven Realm Great Demon, combined with Dragon Palace blood, his Demon Body’s robustness far exceeded any ordinary Cultivator’s imagination.