As soon as the words fell, the crimson-gold rune abruptly expanded. Golden radiance tore through the sky, and the Dark Blood Dragon Sword cracked with a crack.
Before the hundred-meter jiaolong could react, the crimson-gold rune swelled again. The supposedly indestructible dragon sword exploded with a bang.
A figure took one step forward, and the ground caved in with a thunderous roar.
The crimson-gold rune light transformed into a bizarre phantom of a python, hurtling toward the hundred-meter jiaolong with unstoppable, devastating force.
The air seemed to freeze. Horror filled the hundred-meter jiaolong's eyes. No matter how he drove his Blood Qi, he could not move his body. He could only watch helplessly as the phantom python struck.
He roared furiously and opened his mouth to spew flames.
Yet the flames were extinguished in an instant, while the phantom python formed from crimson-gold rune light came whistling in.
The jiaolong let out a mournful cry. His metal-plated scales exploded apart, exposing bloody flesh beneath.
BOOM!
The hundred-meter jiaolong crashed to the ground, quickly shrinking into a human figure.
Ao Jianlie's aura was in disarray, his face pale beyond measure. But the moment he raised his head, he saw that at some unknown point, a figure had already arrived before him.
"Just now, you gave this Young Lord two strikes. Now, this Young Lord will return the second one to you."
The man with vertical pupils raised a hand and struck toward Ao Jianlie.
It appeared to be an ordinary palm strike, but the force contained within made Ao Jianlie, standing so close, feel an intense aura of death.
He instinctively retreated and even brought out two weapons to block it.
Yet before the palm force arrived, the weapons shattered and exploded, while his Protective Demonic Energy collapsed as well.
"Stop!"