"You slippery brat!" A savage look surfaced between Qin Zhen's brows. Qi and blood surged through him like a mighty river, and faintly, the roars of dragons and tigers could be heard within.
"Dragon Shocking Strike!"
Qin Zhen let out a furious shout and threw a punch. A golden Qi and Blood Dragon, hundreds of miles long, suddenly appeared in the sky!
Dragon roars thundered as the Qi and Blood Dragon collided violently with that astonishing bolt of lightning.
The golden dragon coiled across the sky, blotting out the sun, yet beneath that single point of lightning, it let out a mournful cry and dissolved like ice in the sun!
Even after the golden dragon had disintegrated, some of the remaining lightning still shot in every direction, much of it landing on the formation platform below.
The Heavenly Demon Altar had been forged ten thousand years ago by countless great demons, who had poured their life's work into it. It certainly wasn't easy to destroy.
But countless bolts of lightning had pierced Qin Zhen's defenses and burst into blooms of lightning across the altar. The corners of Qin Zhen's mouth twitched despite himself.
He hadn't expected Lu Yang, only a King Level Third Stage warrior, to achieve this much against his defenses, which were as impregnable as a copper wall or iron fortress.
The clash just now had seemed like a draw, but in truth, he, Qin Zhen, had been outmatched by a hair.
Of course, one factor was that Qin Zhen had been fighting with one hand and couldn't bring his full strength to bear.
Still, for a King Level Third Stage warrior, achieving this much was already quite impressive.
Qin Zhen was seething with frustration, yet there was nothing he could do.
To repair the Heavenly Demon Altar,