"BOOM!!!"
Dragon Three's body was blasted back several hundred zhang. Cracks appeared in the dragon scales covering his fists, blood seeping out through the fissures.
"How is this possible?"
"Is this guy really only at the first level of Quasi-Saint?"
He lowered his head to look at his bleeding fists, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He was a Mystic Soul Dragon Clan member at the third level of Quasi-Saint. His dragon scales were hard enough to withstand attacks from experts at the third level of Quasi-Saint.
Yet Ye Lin's single sword strike had shattered his dragon scales and wounded his body.
"This brat... what kind of monster is he?"
Dragon One's expression turned incomparably ugly.
He had never imagined that three Mystic Soul Dragon Clan members at the third level of Quasi-Saint, joining forces, would be unable to take down a junior at the first level of Quasi-Saint.
"Stop holding back." His voice was icy. "Use your full strength."
Dragon Two and Dragon Three nodded at the same time.
The auras of all three rose once more.
This time, they were no longer merely releasing their auras. They drove the bloodline power of the Mystic Soul Dragon Clan to its absolute limit.
Dark-blue dragon qi gathered around them, condensing into dragon-shaped phantoms. The phantoms became increasingly solid, increasingly distinct.
Dragon One's phantom was a colossal dragon coiled in place, its head held high, its eyes blazing like torches, its whiskers streaming in the air.
Dragon Two's phantom was a sinuous long dragon, slender-bodied, with sharp claws and a tail like a whip.
Dragon Three's phantom was a savage, berserk dragon, thick and powerful, its scales heavy, its roar shaking the heavens.
The three dragon-shaped phantoms roared simultaneously, and the roar made the entire Void tremble.
Dragon qi surged like a