"Very good. Just for those words, I will make sure your Jade Dragon Clan is wiped out."
As Fang Han spoke, he transformed into the humanoid Primordial Ancestral Dragon. He then swung a massive black axe at the middle-aged Dragon Emperor. That axe was naturally the Divine Craftsmanship Great Xian Art.
"Junior, you are courting death."
Seeing that Fang Han, a mere Virtual Immortal, actually dared to take the initiative against him, the middle-aged Dragon Emperor immediately flew into a rage. He raised his dragon claw to meet Fang Han's axe, but in the next moment, he could not help letting out a muffled grunt and stumbling back several steps. Looking at his palm again, there was a huge gash across it, white blood flowing out.
"Junior, you dared to injure me? Let me show you the martial arts of the Dragon Race."
The injury to his palm truly enraged the middle-aged Dragon Emperor. The wound healed under the restoration of immortal qi in the next instant. He then assumed the stance of Dragon Race martial arts and threw a punch at Fang Han. Countless dragon shadows surged behind that punch.
Although magic treasures were extremely important in this world, that did not mean techniques were useless. They were equally important, much like powerful treasures and secret arts in Devour.
"Dragon Race martial arts? Is that supposed to be impressive?"
Fang Han snorted coldly and immediately met the attack with the Gods' martial arts, the Three Ancestor Fists. After Feng Baiyu's guidance, Fang Han had thoroughly grasped the Gods' martial arts. After all, Feng Baiyu was the host body of the Termination Saint King and was extremely knowledgeable about the Gods' divine abilities and martial arts.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Fang Han and the middle-aged Dragon Emperor clashed fiercely. Although Fang