Although the golden whip of light had inflicted excruciating injuries on Su Fan, compared to that world-shattering strike from before, this force was merely the remnant left after the storm.
If that whip shadow, wrapped in spatial rifts, had truly come crashing down, he would have already been reduced to a mist of blood. Even if he had survived by sheer luck, his meridians would certainly have been shattered and his Dao foundation destroyed.
As the golden whip of light came crashing down, the energy body condensed from the laws of the Upper Realm could no longer hold on. With a crisp "buzz," it shattered like fractured glass, breaking apart into countless golden specks of light that dissipated into the air stained by blood mist.
The specks of light traced strange paths through the air, like unwilling souls keening in lament.
"Kid, the opportunity's here. Hurry up and activate 'Wrath of the True Dragon.' Go beat the crap out of him..."
At that moment, Su Fan, who was enduring the excruciating pain throughout his body, suddenly received a thought from Old Dragon Li Gao in his mind.
Su Fan immediately grew excited. This time, it should be my turn, right?
His gaze sharpened, and he activated Wrath of the True Dragon.
Su Fan felt the blood in his body completely boil under the stimulation of Wrath of the True Dragon, as though ten million volcanoes had erupted simultaneously inside him.
Scorching True Dragon Blood rampaged through his meridians like magma. Every pulse rattled his bones, while the tides formed by his surging blood and qi nearly burst through the crown of his skull.
He felt as if the blood and qi throughout his body had been set to boil. The explosive force of it raised monstrous waves that raged unchecked