A black dragon in its true form plunged from the sky, blood raining down as it let out a shrill cry.
He was Ao Dong, and at that moment, he was utterly stunned.
He had arrived in a menacing rush, but before he could utter a single word, he had been beaten back into his original form. His soul was reduced to a mere wisp, and he had nearly perished on the spot.
"Judging by how powerful you are, you shouldn't be a Heavenly Prodigy from the Three Thousand Dao Realms, should you?" Jun Tian looked down at Ao Dong and asked expressionlessly.
Those words struck like a knife to the chest. Ao Dong felt his heart throb with pain.
He was powerful?
Was Jun Tian complimenting him?
"Roar!"
Ao Dong lay on the ground and let out an unwilling growl. His dragon body was battered and drenched in blood, yet even now he couldn't believe he had actually lost to a genius from the Great Universe.
"Not a Heavenly Prodigy from the Three Thousand Dao Realms?"
The first Heavenly Prodigy to arrive was astonished. Could it be that prodigies from somewhere else had joined this battle?
The thought sent a chill down his spine!
He could only think of one place!
Jun Tian looked down from above, raised an index finger, and gathered holy light at its tip, ready to finish Ao Dong off.
"Stop!"
Just then, hundreds of people appeared from all directions and rushed over.
They were cultivators from the Dark Universe, the Nightmare Universe, and the Extremely Fierce Universe. They stared fixedly at Jun Tian, their eyes brimming with murderous intent.
"Heh, looks like you can't kill me after all." Ao Dong saw them and let out a cold laugh.
Jun Tian glanced at him, then