Jin Tong knew he couldn't match that level of fighting strength. The domineering bloodline of a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon was still far stronger than his own Mad Dragon bloodline. Wen Yan truly had talent; her strength was now even a little greater than his.
But Jin Tong had not fought in nearly a thousand years. After experiencing all these battles and facing constant pressure, he believed that even if he still fell short of Wen Yan, the gap wouldn't be all that great once they actually fought.
Yet judging from the way Wen Yan had fought, the difference was not only great, but also far beyond what he'd expected. Jin Tong found that difficult to understand.
The Mingwang Hall Master and the others had taken turns attacking. Their auras hardly looked like those of people who had only just advanced. Could the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon really be that much stronger than his Mad Dragon bloodline?
"Besides my own cultivation and bloodline talent, part of it comes from the totemic power the Dragon Lord left behind, as well as the might of the battle formation infused into my attacks. Otherwise, I couldn't have taken on four enemies so easily.
"Though the Dragon Lord values me most, backing down in the face of difficulty and losing your will to fight isn't like you."
Seeing Jin Tong distracted, Wen Yan knew what he was thinking. He was a warrior at heart, proud by nature, and deep down, aside from the Dragon Lord, he had never really submitted to anyone. Her strength had surpassed his only later on, and though that had slightly changed his opinion of her, she was still far from earning his respect.
Perhaps the enormous gap in their strength had shaken his confidence, causing him to falter. It wouldn't have