Wang Xian Battles the Dragon Lord

The palm formed from Five-Colored Divine Light slammed fiercely into the Dragon Lord's face, sending him flying and utterly stunning him.

Of course, the Dragon Lord was not the only one left dumbfounded. The various races and Demon Dragon Race members who had hurried over were also stunned.

Who was the Dragon Lord?

A member of the Ancient Alliance!

An Emperor Realm expert!

The ruler of the Demon Dragon Realm!

But now?

The Dragon Lord had actually been viciously slapped in the Demon Dragon Realm, before hundreds of thousands of Demon Dragon Race members and numerous races that had once been vassals of the Demon Dragon Race.

This was humiliation. This was desecration!

The Dragon Lord's black-gold vertical pupils instantly became bloodshot and crimson. A terrifying aura erupted from his body, warping the surrounding space and shaking heaven and earth. Even unknown wails began to ring out.

"Die!"

The Dragon Lord roared, instantly appearing beside Kong Xuan. His right hand transformed into a vicious, razor-sharp black dragon claw and viciously clawed at Kong Xuan's head.

Facing the Dragon Lord's sudden assault, Kong Xuan remained calm. His left hand shot out, gripping the Dragon Lord's dragon claw. Amid the Dragon Lord's fury and the incredulous stares of the Demon Dragon Race and the various races, his right hand casually slapped the Dragon Lord across the face.

The Dragon Lord was dumbfounded once more.

He stared blankly at Kong Xuan, feeling the not-too-painful sensation on the left side of his face. A feeling of fear suddenly rose within him.

Although he had not used his full strength in that attack, he had definitely used eighty percent of it. Yet such an attack had been effortlessly blocked by the being before him, who had then slapped him again right in front of his