The Hidden Weapons unleashed by the Peacock Plume rained down, kicking up dust that filled the sky.
"Nicely done." Seeing this, Zhao Wuji's lips curled upward slightly.
The mysterious Hidden Weapon Tang San had just unleashed was terrifyingly powerful. Even if Zhao Wuji had been in Lin Feng's position, he would have faced near-certain death.
No matter how talented Lin Feng was, he was only a Soul Grandmaster. Faced with this situation, there was only one outcome: death!!!!
"Watch out!" Ning Rongrong's eyes widened, filled with worry. The Hidden Weapon before them was simply too terrifying, its power far beyond what a Soul Grandmaster could withstand.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the dust slowly cleared.
The smile on Tang San's face vanished, replaced by profound shock.
His mouth hung wide open.
Lin Feng had not suffered the slightest injury. A Light Emperor Battle Dragon had appeared around him, coiling protectively around his body.
Lin Feng let out a soft breath.
Damn it.
If he had not exhausted all his Soul Power to summon this Light Emperor Battle Dragon, he really would have been finished just now.
"Th-this..." Zhao Wuji's mind went blank.
Were prodigies these days all such monsters?
He had thought the Hidden Weapon Tang San had made was already impressive, but Lin Feng was even more outrageous—he had straight-up summoned a dragon.
Ning Rongrong watched with great delight. This battle was far more exciting than the sparring matches between Grandpa Bone and Grandpa Sword.
"Light Emperor Battle Dragon, take him into the sky!" Lin Feng swept his hand sharply. There was barely any Soul Power left in his body now; he could no longer have the Light Emperor Battle Dragon fight for him.
Roar!!!
The Light Emperor Battle Dragon shot forward with a roar, crashing into Tang San and