Dragon Thunder Baleful Prison Dharma Form

It was none other than the embryonic form of Lu Chen's newly condensed—Dragon Thunder Baleful Prison Dharma Form!

Though it was only an embryonic form, still vastly removed from a true Dharma Form, its rank was extraordinarily high, and its potential boundless!

The four attacks had now reached him.

Lu Chen merely lifted his eyes and looked at the four streaks of light.

He did not even make a move.

The vague embryonic giant dragon Dharma Form behind him suddenly opened a pair of icy dragon eyes!

"Roar—!"

A soundless draconic roar of will swept outward!

It was not a sonic attack, but a mental impact fused with dragon might, the will of thunder, Killing Intent corrosion, and purifying power!

The Soul Envoy's bone spear, bearing the brunt of it, seemed to slam into an invisible wall and exploded with a boom. The Soul Envoy screamed as he was flung backward, the already thin gray mist around him nearly dispersing.

The evil talismans of the black-robed leader were swept by the purifying intent contained within the dragon eyes. As though they had encountered their nemesis, they rapidly melted away, and the backlash made him cough up blood once more.

Li Zhan Tian's axe radiance was casually struck by a dragon claw swung by the giant dragon phantom and directly annihilated. Li Zhan Tian's tiger's mouth split open, and his great axe nearly flew from his grasp.

Only Ye Qingtian's sword aura was the most condensed, piercing through the mental impact and stabbing to within three feet of Lu Chen.

But that was all.

Lu Chen merely raised his hand slightly and extended his index finger. At its tip emerged a point of highly compressed, tangible three-colored Dragon Thunder Baleful Force.

He lightly tapped.

Clang—!

A crisp collision rang out.

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