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The Dragon Emperor Avatar's "careful instruction" lasted nearly half a shichen.

This amount of time was exceedingly brief to Lin Ming and the others, but to the three Dragon Kings, who had lived in luxury and dominated their territories for thousands of years, that short span felt as long as several centuries.

At this time, the formidable dragon bodies they had been so proud of were fragile and utterly vulnerable before that Purple-Gold Dragon Shadow. Their vast and mighty Dou Sheng cultivation had been crushed to pieces by the absolute gap in power. Even their spatial talent, which they relied upon to stand above their peers, had been completely sealed by the imperial pressure originating from their bloodline's source.

Seeing that the timing was about right, Lin Ming stirred his thoughts slightly. The enormous dragon shadow swung its massive tail once more and, as though swatting flies, viciously smashed the three battered figures out of mid-air.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" Three heavy thuds rang out as the North Dragon King, West Dragon King, and South Dragon King crashed onto the incomparably hard floor of the main hall like three dead dogs, kicking up a cloud of dust.

They struggled now, yet even maintaining a kneeling posture was incredibly difficult. In the end, they could only lie helplessly prostrate on the ground, gasping for breath as blood continuously seeped from their mouths, noses, and the cracks in their shattered dragon scales, dyeing the floor beneath them red.

The Three Great Dragon Kings were in a miserable state beyond compare.

The North Dragon King's sinister face was covered in blood and bruises. His magnificent black robe was torn to tatters, exposing wounds beneath where flesh had split open and even pale dragon bones could be seen.

The West Dragon King's scarlet hair was