"Beibei!"
Tang Ya could no longer hold back. She cried out and hurried toward Beibei.
Beibei struggled to his feet, feeling a heavy pressure in his chest that made it hard to breathe.
Su Yu's punch had been far too heavy.
He could even tell that Su Yu had held back, yet even so, he had nearly been unable to withstand it.
Only after circulating his Soul Power for quite some time did Beibei finally recover somewhat. Looking at Tang Ya's worried face, he forced out a smile. "Xiao Ya, I'm fine."
"Beibei, we're not fighting anymore. I don't want the Mandala Snake."
Tang Ya's eyes reddened as she spoke, her face filled with concern.
Although the Mandala Snake suited her well, Beibei would be seriously injured if this continued.
She could also tell that Beibei was no match for that man at all.
Beibei smiled faintly and was about to speak when a voice suddenly reached them.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Su Yu strolled over at an unhurried pace.
"Your offensive power is decent, but not enough. Is that all the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon amounts to?"
"There is even greater power within you. Why aren't you using it?"
Su Yu looked down at Beibei, his ice-blue eyes carrying an oppressive pressure.
Beibei was Mu En's descendant, and the bloodline of the Bright Holy Dragon lay dormant within his body.
As long as he awakened that power, Beibei's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon could temporarily evolve.
Su Yu also wanted to see what was so special about the Bright Holy Dragon's bloodline.
How did he know?
Beibei's pupils contracted, and a trace of shock flashed through his eyes.
"What are you talking about, sir? I don't understand."
Beibei denied it outright.
This was his greatest secret. He