Boom!
Boom, boom, boom!
Four consecutive strikes—countless Soul-Shattering Thousand Spikes were forcibly driven in.
Awooo, awooo!
The divine dragon let out miserable shrieks.
Longren She had just escaped from a nightmare and avoided the fate of being killed, only to immediately see one of his lifebound beasts beaten to the ground by Ye Lingfeng's four consecutive staff strikes. It wailed in agony, barely clinging to life, its eyes unfocused. It was clearly about to die!
Rumble!
The Decemdire Demon-Suppressing Pillar shrank and returned to Ye Lingfeng's hand.
Boom!
Soulfiend landed beside him, baring its fangs and claws at Longren She.
"It was the first. Who's next?"
A junior less than half his age pointed at the dying Great Fortune Reverse Torch Dragon and spoke with utmost coldness to Longren She, the Hidden Dragon Hall's greatest prodigy in ages!
He rather resembled Li Tianming in this regard.
But it was very effective.
Such contempt and arrogance most easily provoked an opponent. Longren She's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and flames burned within his three eyes.
This provocation thoroughly set the sixty million troops behind him ablaze as well. Gathered together, they formed an endless, towering sea of fire, and countless invisible pressures bore down upon Ye Lingfeng.
Yet he did not fear.
Because within his soul, eighty thousand clansmen stood with him.
He even boldly looked at his opponent and said again, "Longren She, I'm asking you—after it dies, who's next?!"
Buzz!
The Nine Dragon Imperial Army erupted first.
On a battlefield, morale was sometimes just that important. It affected a clan's spirit, resolve, and will.
Under such provocation, Longren She's teeth trembled.
Clang!
He gripped the Blood Leech Nether River.
"Kill!!"
One man and four dragons came roaring toward him.
This was undoubtedly the battle that truly made Ye Lingfeng famous.