The dragon's roar shook the universe, and a ring of dragon shadows coiled around Yang Kuang.
The instant he sensed something was wrong, he had already activated Dragon Might.
Fifty percent of his strength was far from enough to contend with Lu Ye. He needed to use more power, but his earlier carelessness had cost him the initiative. Thus, he could only use Dragon Might to suppress Lu Ye, giving himself room to turn things around.
The next instant, the dragon shadows around him shattered. His entire body flew straight backward like a torn sack, hurtling a hundred miles before crashing into a Floating Land and falling silent.
He had thought his Dragon Vein would surely surpass Lu Ye's. Yet under the pressure of Dragon Might, Lu Ye showed no reaction at all, and that terrifying, violent power erupted without the slightest obstruction.
Not far away, Zhu Yin stared blankly at the sight, disbelief written all over her face.
She knew exactly how strong Yang Kuang was. Among the Dragon Race, her talent was second to none, and she had already been designated as the next Dragon Sovereign. Yet she had cultivated for far less time than Yang Kuang, so there was still a vast gap between their strengths.
Moreover, Yang Kuang had over two thousand extra years of tempering his bloodline, and his Dragon Vein was considerably stronger than hers.
Yet such a fellow clansman had been sent flying by Lu Ye with a single punch?
"Ha!"
In a distant hall, the Dragon Sovereign, who had been secretly watching, could not help laughing aloud. The Phoenix Lord stood beside him and said helplessly, "You knew this would happen, so why didn't you stop it? Yang Kuang is not a bad child at heart. How is he supposed to bear