In his dragon form, Jiang Ping An's combat power reached its peak, warping the void around him.
Watching the green skeleton lunge toward him, he tensed the muscles in his arm, clenched his fist, and punched out.
This punch fused heavenly dragon power and primordial power, along with his resentment toward the injustice of fate.
Boom!!
The earth-shaking punch crashed into the green skeleton like a tsunami.
The skeleton formed from ghost magic power exploded.
The fist intent pressed onward, hurtling straight toward the Ghost Demon Emperor.
The Ghost Demon Emperor clenched his green hand into a fist. An eerie yet arrogant voice rang out from beneath his black robes:
"So that Origin Heavenly Dragon was your avatar. Entering the Dao through original rules—an interesting idea. But if you think that alone qualifies you to become the seventh, you're unworthy!"
The Ghost Demon Emperor shattered Jiang Ping An's fist intent with a single punch, then transformed into a streak of green mist. He instantly appeared behind Jiang Ping An, stabbing his sharp green fingers toward his heart.
Jiang Ping An swiftly turned. Silver blades sprouted between the fingers of his clenched fist, slashing toward the Ghost Demon Emperor's hand.
Screech!
The claws struck the hand, producing the ear-piercing screech of metal scraping against metal.
A cut appeared on the Ghost Demon Emperor's hand.
But it was only a cut.
An Origin Heavenly Dragon's claws could easily slice through a first-tier Void God's body and could even breach the flesh of a second-tier Void God.
Yet against the Ghost Demon Emperor, these sharp claws left nothing more than a cut.
At the same time, the Ghost Demon Emperor's sharp fingers raked across Jiang Ping An's arm.
The silver scales on Jiang Ping An's arm burst apart, leaving a wound stained with