Dao Dragon Refining Realm (Happy New Year, everyone~)

The millions of prodigies and mighty figures in the Primordial Dao Field were all stunned.

That White-robed Youth was absurdly powerful, so much so that many felt as though they were dreaming.

Many prodigies from the Ten Great Holy Domains who worshipped Imperial Son Bulang loudly cheered, their faces flushed red with excitement.

The prodigies and immortals of the Immortal Emperor Palace, meanwhile, all wore gratified smiles. They had witnessed the youth's growth and rise to power. Now, he seemed even more invincible than before; they could even see a trace of the Immortal Emperor in him.

At that moment, everyone realized that Imperial Son Bulang had become different.

Even those prodigies and mighty figures who had previously believed An Bulang could only be a supporting character, a loser, fell silent one after another and quietly watched the live broadcast from the Primordial Dao Field.

The youth caught the dragon's tail barehanded and hurled the ten-thousand-foot divine dragon to the ground like a war god.

The Nine Star Dragon Son was, after all, an Imperial Son. After a brief moment of bewilderment and shock, it let out a roar and soared into the sky once more, igniting all the dragon blood in its body as trails of starlight-colored blood radiance coiled around it.

It shot up from the ground again, sweeping Earth, Wind, Water, Fire along as it charged toward An Bulang.

An Bulang still threw that ancient and unadorned punch, one containing the ultimate essence of the Dao. It broke through ten thousand techniques, blasting apart all energy with a single fist. The next instant, his fist landed on the Nine Star Dragon Son's head again.

That incomparably hard dragon head, capable of smashing stars apart, was once again struck until it caved in and cracked, blood streaming from