Just as Mo Lin's aura weakened to the point where he could barely hold on, and the Three Dragon Kings sneered as they prepared to launch their final strike and tear him apart completely—
"Buzz!"
An indescribably dazzling golden light suddenly flared behind Mo Lin without warning, instantly illuminating this chaotic void! Within that golden light was a supreme majesty that made every Primordial Ancient Dragon Bloodline tremble and irresistibly want to kneel in submission!
The South Dragon King, who had been about to deliver Mo Lin the killing blow, suddenly froze, the sneer on his face replaced by boundless horror!
He only saw a flash of golden light before the arm covered in hard dragon scales—an arm capable of withstanding a Five-star Dou Sheng's attack—was severed cleanly at the shoulder. The wound was smooth as a mirror, without even a spray of blood, as though some incomprehensible power had instantly erased all trace of its existence!
"Aah—!" The delayed agony made the South Dragon King let out a miserable scream. He retreated rapidly, staring in disbelief at his empty shoulder.
Mo Lin abruptly turned around and saw that Zi Yan had somehow completed her lengthy hand seals.
She was still standing there, but her entire aura had undergone a heaven-shaking transformation.
Her previously hurried breathing had become vast as the sea and unfathomable. Her long purple hair drifted without wind, while golden light flowed through her cold dragon pupils, carrying an absolute majesty that looked down upon all living beings.
Most eye-catching of all was the weapon in her hand—it was not a physical longsword, but a stream of ever-flowing liquid golden light. Its shape constantly shifted, yet it radiated destructive fluctuations that made even Mo Lin's heart pound in alarm!
"You dared touch him." Zi Yan's icy gaze