Only, that scene did not last long before it was completely swallowed by the sky-filling heavenly fire.
The enormous Crimson Dragon above the heavens narrowed its long, eerie eyes slightly. Even a Dragon Phoenix could not possibly ignore his Scarlet Dragon Fire completely.
He naturally knew what a Dragon Phoenix was capable of. Otherwise, the Third Elder would never have died at her hands back then.
But even if the Dragon Phoenix Bloodline was powerful, that did not mean it was truly some undying body.
In the Ancient Era, the Dragon Phoenix had been so powerful, yet had it not still vanished without a trace after tens of thousands of years?
If it could not even survive, what was there to say about bloodline orthodoxy!
Only, as this contemptuous declaration rose in his heart, the Crimson Dragon discovered that something was not quite right.
While the surging heat wave had almost turned the entire center of the Azure Profound Continent into a sea of fire, a sharp golden light was like a keen blade, gently slicing open his monstrous flames as if they were fragile paper.
What was that?
Before he could react, that sharp light pierced through the sea of fire before him, wrapped in golden Myriad Thunderbolts, cutting apart the scorching heat wave in unison as it surged upstream.
The Crimson Dragon's breath caught, and he felt only a stab of pain pierce through his head at extreme speed.
Compared to the terrifying temperature of the Scarlet Dragon Fire he had spat out, that instant of pain was not worth mentioning, but as that sharp light streaked past and left a faint golden trail across the heavens, the flames before his eyes were also torn apart with it, unable to close again.
Beneath the Crimson Dragon's enormous dragon