Behind him, a Three-Clawed Golden Dragon Golden Body sixty zhang tall slowly emerged.
Long Aotian's true body swiftly shrank, transforming into a streak of golden light that shot into the Golden Body.
The instant the two fused, the Three-Clawed Golden Dragon Golden Body erupted with an aura several times more powerful than before. Vast golden pressure thundered outward in every direction.
Upon the golden dragon claws, dazzling golden light gathered madly like a blazing sun.
At the tip of each claw, an incomparably condensed sphere of light formed, radiating a sharp aura capable of tearing through steel.
"Rift-Gold Dragon Claw!"
Long Aotian let out a low shout, and the golden dragon claw suddenly swung forth.
A dragon claw imprint dozens of zhang wide detached from the claw. Its entire body shimmered with golden radiance sharp to the extreme, its five talons ripping through the void like golden swords as it charged directly toward the roaring Blood River, carrying terrifying force enough to easily tear apart a Late-Stage Grandmaster.
Yet the seemingly formidable dragon claw imprint was effortlessly swallowed and obliterated by the Blood River the instant they collided, as though it were made of paper.
Golden fragments vanished beneath the Blood River's torrent without even raising a ripple.
After engulfing the dragon claw imprint, the Blood River's power was only slightly weakened before it continued sweeping toward Long Aotian with heaven-destroying force.
Long Aotian's golden pupils suddenly contracted.
Was this the Combat Power of a Grandmaster?
His all-out frontal attack had been dissolved so casually by his opponent.
This was pure, naked suppression.
Seeing the raging Blood River drawing closer and closer, Long Aotian no longer dared hold anything back.
He raised his head and let out a low dragon roar. Golden light around his body surged wildly like an