Sacred Ruins Arc (18): Silver-Winged Heavenly God and King Kong (Please Subscribe and Vote)

"Roar!"

Deep within a primeval mountain in the Taihang Mountain Range, the silver Tyrant Dragon roared without cease as it fought Chu Feng to the death.

The Tyrant Dragon's breathing was strange. Its entire body trembled as though some mysterious power were erupting within it. Its breaths were heavy, and the air blasting from its nostrils resembled silver flames, carrying tremendous force that made the nearby giant trees sway and their leaves whirl wildly.

Yet in the end, it still collapsed powerlessly. Some of its scales had been smashed apart by Chu Feng, and blood streamed everywhere. Its silver eyes gradually dimmed. Its enormous mouth hung open, its snowy-white, broadsword-like fangs still streaked with blood.

"A dragon's been slain!"

Zhou Quan shouted excitedly from afar. When the silver Tyrant Dragon crashed to the ground, the entire area shook. It was simply too heavy; the blood flowing from its enormous corpse formed a small river.

Chu Feng sat atop the Tyrant Dragon's mountain-like body, somewhat dazed as he quietly reflected. He was still replaying the battle in his mind when, without realizing it, he had used a special breathing technique.

Streams of white vapor billowed from his mouth and nose. Above him, sunlight pierced through the miasma and fell upon him, forming a faint golden sheen over his body. Breathing techniques were exceedingly mysterious, like immense treasures whose countless wonders could be unearthed without end.

The faint golden glow sank into his body, and Chu Feng felt better than ever before.

Not far away, Zhou Quan and Yellow Ox were trying to skin the Tyrant Dragon. Yellow Ox stomped down with several heavy hoof strikes, widening the cracks in the dragon's body as he tried to shatter the giant beast apart by force.

But in the end, Chu Feng had to