Boom!
The first to clash were none other than Jade Qilin and Han Ming.
The two colossal beings, bearing even more colossal divine domains, charged headlong at one another together, drawing back the curtain on the great battle.
Their divine domains and frigid qi collided first, like two cold currents meeting before the sea.
Yet from that collision alone, it was clear that the Jade Scale Dragon's frigid qi was markedly more terrifying.
That frigid qi transformed into frost dragons, instantly breaking through Demon Saint Han Ming's icy aura.
Like a fierce tiger charging into a flock of sheep.
Only by gritting his teeth, stretching his entire flood-dragon body taut, and erupting terrifying frigid qi from every single Jiaolong Scale did Demon Saint Han Ming barely manage to hold it back.
It could be said that Demon Saint Han Ming had forcefully neutralized the Jade Scale Dragon's divine ability only through his higher cultivation and greater reserves of true essence.
As their bodies drew close, the two Jiaolongs began tearing into each other in savage close combat.
Bang! Bang! Amid the thunderous crashes, every clash of claws tore open several spatial currents and fissures in the void.
Clearly, even the void could scarcely withstand the power of the two demons.
"Such powerful bloodline... and it has improved this quickly!" After exchanging only a single claw strike, Demon Saint Han Ming was utterly astonished.
He felt as though every bone in his body were throbbing with pain. His own claw had gone numb with profound cold. He did not know how many years it had been since he had last felt this way.
It was not as though no one had suppressed him before, but they had all relied on cultivation, secret arts, or spirit treasures.
Today, however, the Jade Scale