Holy Dragon Purple Gold Flame
As Long Pingzhan's aura surged with the power of a Half-Step Chaos Divine Venerable, he unleashed his killing move without holding anything back. It descended straight toward his opponent, and many people's hearts leaped into their throats. No one knew whether the golden dragon could withstand this strike.
Of course, quite a few people watched with cold smiles, Bai Shan and his companions among them. They would have loved to see him lose on the spot; only then would they feel satisfied.
Luo Tian stood to one side and drew a deep breath. Smiling, he said, "This time, that guy should have nowhere left to run, right?"
Bai Shan hoped so more than anyone, but a hint of unease showed in his eyes. He said gravely, "There's no telling until the very last moment. That guy made even Su Xingchen feel hard-pressed, so he must have a trump card of his own."
Luo Tian nodded, then suddenly remembered something and turned to ask, "Brother Bai, Su Xingchen really doesn't plan to step in?"
He gave a soft snort. "Who knows? Maybe he's planning to swoop in at the last moment and pick up the spoils."
Just then, Xiang Zhan spoke in a low voice from the side. "Captain Bai, that dragon's starting to fight back!"
In an instant, their gazes lifted skyward. Golden light blazed above them, brilliant as the sun, too dazzling to look at directly.
And in a place no one could see clearly, a faint streak of purple seeped out from the golden Dragon Shadow coiling around Xiao Lian. It mingled with the gold, lending it an air of nobility and mystery.
The giant dragon stood in the center, staring straight at the sun—so far away, yet seeming close enough to touch.