"Since everyone's here, let's begin. Human, I'll be your opponent."
Zong Pengfei gave Xiao Yan a cold smile.
"Golden-feathered bird, you've got guts."
Xiao Yan gave Zong Pengfei a strange look, then turned his head and instructed, "Cai Lin, Zi Yan, remember to kick out every member of the Golden-Winged Peng Clan later. I don't want a single person from their clan to qualify for the Thunder Marrow baptism."
"Understood."
Cai Lin and Zi Yan nodded at the same time.
The moment Xiao Yan said this, the expressions of the three members of the Golden-Winged Peng Clan changed.
No matter how confident the three of them were in themselves, there was no way they could withstand a joint assault from the Seven-Colored Heaven-Swallowing Python Clan and the True Dragon Clan.
"Xiao Yan, you're courting death. Don't think you can act so wildly just because you defeated Lei Zhang. He was nothing but a weakling among the divine beast clans. You should know that the combat strength of us members of the super divine beast families is beyond your imagination."
Zong Pengfei paced forward, slowly releasing his aura to pressure Xiao Yan, trying to put psychological pressure on him.
Medusa and the others paid it no mind when they saw this, and split up to find their own opponents.
Boom!
Xiao Yan lightly stomped his right foot on the ground, and an exceptionally terrifying aura surged violently out of his body, condensing in midair into a massive dragon of sheer presence that charged down in a frenzy with an unusual pressure.
"Roar!"
Amid a dragon's roar that shook the heavens, Zong Pengfei suddenly let out a muffled grunt, staggered, and retreated three steps in succession.
"Cough, cough... how could this be?"
Zong Pengfei forcefully suppressed the blood and energy churning endlessly