Defeat

"Bone Transformation Divine Dragon? That old bones really brought out his trump card."

Chen Xin looked toward the wasteland plain with a grave expression. Soul Power surged from his body, enveloping Ning Fengzhi as he rapidly retreated.

Ning Fengzhi's expression was somewhat grave as he asked, "Uncle Sword, is this kid really that strong?"

As the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, his insight was hardly lacking. However, his Soul Power of only rank seventy-nine ultimately limited him. Seeing Bone Douluo use his Ninth Spirit Skill, even he found it difficult to gauge the situation.

A sharp light flickered in Sword Douluo's eyes as he slowly said, "This kid forced that old bones to such a point. What do you think? He may be a notch weaker than old bones, but he definitely has the strength of a mid-rank Titled Douluo. In other words, his strength is at least around rank ninety-four."

"Hiss—"

Even Ning Fengzhi, who had weathered countless storms, could not help drawing in a sharp breath. He knew the kid was formidable, but how old was he?

Ning Fengzhi turned to look at that seemingly slight figure, his eyes burning with fervor.

Elsewhere...

After the Bone Dragon's Ninth Soul Ring lit up, its other eight Soul Rings began to shine in succession. Yellow, purple, and black light flickered continuously before gradually merging into the Bone Dragon's skeletal frame.

At that instant, Zhao Xuan saw a gigantic dragon soaring through the sky.

Its body was covered in pitch-black scales, its wings that blotted out the sky were dark purple, and its eyes were entirely golden. The dragon danced high in the heavens, its golden dragon eyes looking down upon the world.

The giant dragon hovered high in the sky, its back set against the golden