Ye Rong rolled up the pale-faced scholar's human-skin scroll and put it away. By then, the battle on Ye Rong's side had also reached its end.
Of the people the pale-faced scholar had brought, they had either been slain outright by Ye Rong and the others or had fled. Only Cang Xiao was still alive.
But judging by Cang Xiao's condition, San Long would probably tear him apart before long.
At that moment, the secret-gold greatstaff in Cang Xiao's hands had already been broken by San Long, and San Long's wounds covered his body.
It had to be said that the Dragon race was truly powerful. So long as no transcendent power appeared, among those of the same realm, the Dragon race truly stood first under heaven.
It was just a pity that this world had been interfered with by external transcendent powers. That was why the few Dragons Chen Cheng had encountered before had failed to display their advantage, especially Song Dragon of the Small World.
She could have utterly crushed the Great Sage in a bloodbath, but because a Godly Thought stood behind the Great Sage, she had no choice but to become a foil.
Now that there was no outside interference, San Long was truly crushing the arrogant and overbearing Cang Xiao like he was slaughtering vegetables.
No matter what attack Cang Xiao used, San Long had no need to dodge at all. His scales alone, comparable to divine artifacts, made those attacks feel no different from scratching an itch.
His dragon claws were likewise comparable to divine artifacts. Even Cang Xiao's secret-gold greatstaff, forged at tremendous cost, was eventually smashed into several pieces by his dragon claws after repeated clashes.
San Long pressed Cang Xiao down with one paw. As he watched Cang Xiao continue struggling