Three colossal dragons, each a million zhang long, stretched across the void.
Their bodies occupied nearly the entire severed expanse of space, reaching from one end to the other and trapping Ye Lin at its center.
Standing between the three dragons, Ye Lin looked as small as a speck of dust.
He looked up at the dragons blotting out the sky and sun. Under their overwhelming pressure, his sword hand trembled slightly.
Not from fear.
From the will to fight.
"Kid,"
Dragon One's voice rumbled from the dragon's throat, low as thunder.
"You've forced us to reveal our true forms. You can be proud of that."
"For someone at Quasi-Saint First Heaven to force three of us in the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm to reveal our true forms... we acknowledge your strength."
At that moment, Dragon One's voice held a trace of recognition and respect.
Ye Lin's strength had earned his respect.
Fortunately, Ye Lin was only at Quasi-Saint First Heaven.
If Ye Lin had reached the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm, killing them would have taken no effort at all.
None of them had expected this.
They had thought this would be a simple task.
Who could have imagined it would be so difficult?
It had shown them that beyond every person stood another, and beyond every sky lay another sky.
To think such a monstrous talent existed on the Origin Continent.
"Under other circumstances, you and I might even have become friends."
"But now, you still have to die."
"Don't worry. Once you're dead, I'll raise a memorial stone for you."
Dragon Two's voice came from another direction, carrying a hint of teasing.
Dragon Three said nothing. He merely opened his enormous jaws, gathering a dark-blue sphere of light inside his mouth.
The sphere grew larger and brighter, radiating