Twenty-seven Ancient Heavenly Dragons roared in midair, each one's body stretching like a mountain range for thousands of kilometers, radiating an ultimate, crushing pressure.
It was as if their appearance would devour the entire Yun Clan Planet, their ferocious might towering to the heavens.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The instant they appeared, they not only sent the Yun Family's nine Lightning Tribulation Realm supreme elders flying, but their overwhelming force also swept in all directions, erupting with terrifying dragon might.
Some of the weaker elders were instantly blasted away, vomiting blood in midair as their heart meridians shattered. They were shaken to death alive by that dragon roar.
Even the buildings within several hundred kilometers could not withstand such destructive force. They crumbled into powder one after another, flattening the entire area and leaving countless dead and wounded.
With a single move, the Yun Family suffered devastating losses, and even their stronghold was completely destroyed.
"You want to kill my whole family? Come on, then. If you've got the guts, come."
Xia Ping stood with his hands clasped behind his back, calmly looking at the Yun Family elders with the air of one who looked down upon all beneath heaven.
Twenty-seven Ancient Heavenly Dragons coiled around him, as though he were heaven's chosen son, guarded by divine dragons. His aura was terrifying, and none could stand against him.
"Beast! You've killed more elders of my Yun Family! We cannot exist under the same sky—we will not rest until one side is dead!"
Seeing the devastation around them, many elders flew into a rage. Their fury surged into their hearts, and they wished they could seize Xia Ping at once, skin him, pull out his tendons, and fry him in oil to ease the hatred in their hearts.
Yet they did not