Foaming at the Mouth

The Golden Crow from before had already been terrifying beyond measure, nearly scaring him into wetting himself on the spot.

And now, another dragon had appeared!

Was a dragon something he could even lay eyes on?

Xu Potian trembled all over.

The others were pale as well.

Bleurgh, bleurgh!

Several people began vomiting nonstop from sheer terror.

"Hey, look, why is Mengzi's face so pale too?"

"He's drenched in sweat!"

Suddenly, someone noticed that Huang Meng was not doing well either. As he formed seals with both hands, his face had turned the color of pig liver.

The Fire Dragon Art was the ultimate skill of his life, capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas, but it also consumed an enormous amount of Source Energy.

He had already summoned the Golden Crow before, and now that he was activating the Fire Dragon Art, he had exceeded his limits.

Yet Huang Meng was extremely confident. This time, he would definitely blast Xiao Chen to death.

He refused to believe Xiao Chen still had other tricks. At only eighteen, he had mastered the Sword Dao and could wield the Power of Pestilence. If he had comprehended other Daos as well, that would not merely be exaggerated—it would be heaven-defying!

"Heaven-Piercing Mad Monkey!" Xiao Chen murmured. A wave of blood surged behind him, and the phantom of a four-armed ape towering between heaven and earth appeared.

Clad in Golden Armor and holding an iron staff, its eyes were scarlet red, and its aura was peerless.

Ancient blood-red runes swirled around Xiao Chen, gathering at his chest to form a crimson character: Madness.

"Heaven... Breaking Monkey? Madness Dao? How is that possible?!" Huang Meng broke down.

He had thought Xiao Chen was already dry bones in a grave, with no more means