The Absolute Master of the Dragon Clan

Wu Er and Wu Hao's attacks not only failed to break the formation restrictions in Crouching Dragon Mountain's central region, but everyone saw the giant axes in their hands sent flying by the backlash.

As for the two of them, they were blasted away like shooting stars flying backward, streaking across the sky.

Trailing layers of flame, they finally crashed into the primeval forest in the distance.

Two enormous craters appeared in the primeval forest.

Moreover, flames leaped up, turning the area around the craters into a blazing Fire Sea.

Shocking!

As everyone watched this scene, their hearts held nothing but profound shock.

A shock beyond words.

Wu Er and Wu Hao were Hundred-Battle Generals of Chaos City.

In the hearts of everyone in the Chaos Domain, they were invincible Hundred-Battle Generals.

Over countless ages, whenever the Hundred-Battle Generals took action, they had never known defeat.

The Hundred-Battle Generals slew Demon God Apothecaries and pacified the four directions; wherever they passed, all things retreated before them. Yet now, they could not even break a formation restriction, and had been blasted into the craters like dead dogs, with no movement for so long.

Heaven and earth fell silent.

No one spoke, afraid of disturbing something.

Even some old monsters and ancient antiques hidden in the shadows drew themselves tight and dared not breathe, fearing that something might notice them.

Deep within Crouching Dragon Mountain, Little Ox glanced at the blasted-away Wu Er and Wu Hao with indifference. They were merely insignificant juniors; it could not be bothered to speak.

It turned its head toward the deepest space within the mountain wall.

In the depths of that space, billions of streams of dragon qi coursed around Zhou Cheng's floating body. They transformed into roaming dragons, and these dragons formed from dragon qi