Deep within the Dragon Valley demiplane, inside a blood-red space.
A viscous sea of blood churned as Lan Xuanyu fought fiercely against the mysterious black-robed youth.
"Self Martial Soul Fusion: Dragon God Transformation!"
Lan Xuanyu's eyes burned red, and brilliant Nine-Colored Light erupted around him with the Power of the Dragon God.
He gripped the Dragon God Spear in his left hand and the Heavenly Saint Rift Abyss Halberd in his right. Both Super Divine Artifacts clashed repeatedly with the youth's silver sword.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Metallic clashes rang through the crimson space. Every collision unleashed a violent storm of energy!
Lan Xuanyu's expression grew grimmer, and cold sweat had soaked his back.
Yet the black-robed youth opposite him still looked utterly unruffled!
How was that possible?
With Self Martial Soul Fusion layered on, the powers of the Golden Dragon King and Silver Dragon King within me have fully merged. I'm clearly infinitely close to a God King!
Every strike I launch should be enough to destroy a high-level plane like the Douluo Plane!
Yet that youth only has to swing his sword to block them all.
We aren't even on the same level!
Lan Xuanyu flicked his wrist, sweeping the Dragon God Spear upward. Using the force of the rebound, he pulled away from the youth.
He stared at that Azure Jōgan and demanded:
"Who the hell are you?!"
The mysterious youth twirled his sword and looked at him with contempt.
"Why should a dead man know my name?"
"Still, for a small fry, you've lasted a decent while against me."
At the words "small fry," Lan Xuanyu's expression changed.
Since obtaining the Dragon Ascension Platform and merging the Power of the Dragon God within him, when had he ever suffered such an insult?
He had always used his