Hold the Line to the Death

The Void Clan's top prodigies were each elusive as ghosts, born assassins.

At that moment, they appeared simultaneously at An Bulang's side, intending to erase the youth in an instant while he was focused on cultivation.

"Don't you dare harm Brother Lang!"

A white dragon descended from the heavens, breathing fire with tears in her eyes. With one claw, she pinned a Void Clan prodigy beneath her palm, crushing him until his restraints shattered and blood poured from his mouth.

Nalan Jinli had arrived. Her terrifying Dragon Power roared and surged like a true dragon emerging into the world, while her other mouth spewed flames at another Void Clan prodigy.

The incomparably scorching dragonflame roared forth, incinerating everything in its path.

Fortunately, that prodigy moved with incredible speed and dodged the dreadful attack in an instant.

The Void Clan prodigies had never expected this white dragon, who looked utterly brainless, to be so formidable.

The prodigy beneath her claw tried to flee with a Void Secret Technique.

However, Nalan Jinli's claw held firm, pressing the prodigy down without allowing him to move. His Void Secret Technique could not break free at all, and he could only endure the agony of shattered muscles and bones.

"You dared assassinate Brother Lang. How could you not pay a price?" Nalan Jinli's eyes flashed coldly. Before her opponent had even died, she used a theft secret technique to snatch away the storage ring on his hand.

The disarmed Void Clan prodigy was utterly terrified.

He had thought all the experts had been held back and that they could kill their target with a single blow. He never imagined that this seemingly foolish white dragon would be so powerful. Her Dragon Power was so dense it was boundless, suppressing him until he could barely move.