Three Kneelings, Nine Kowtows

"You're courting death!"

Ao Yan flew into a rage. These five Saints had provoked the Devouring-Calamity Flame Lizards, yet they wanted to shift the disaster onto the Dragon Clan and make them bear this undeserved calamity!

Ao Yan raised his right hand. A crimson spear, as though forged from countless shrunken dragon scales, abruptly appeared in his palm. It was his natal treasure, the Sky-Burning Dragonflame Spear!

"Go!" With a flick of Ao Yan's wrist, the Sky-Burning Dragonflame Spear transformed into a scarlet-gold bolt of lightning. Ignoring the obstruction of the heavy seawater, it pierced through space and shot straight at the back of the fleeing green-robed Saint's heart!

Zhang Shuai also made his move. He slowly raised his right hand, and phantoms of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and lands emerged within his palm. It was as if a miniature world of mountains and rivers was brewing in his hand.

Sensing the lethal threat rushing at him from behind, the green-robed Saint's expression changed drastically. He no longer dared to flee and abruptly turned around, opening his mouth to spit out a gleaming azure flying sword to meet the Sky-Burning Dragonflame Spear.

Clang—!

A deafening crash rang out!

The flying sword let out a mournful cry, its radiance instantly dimming as it was violently knocked away.

The Sky-Burning Dragonflame Spear did not lose its momentum. Though most of its force had been blocked, the wisp of dark-gold dragonflame at its tip still grazed the green-robed Saint's protective divine light.

The green-robed Saint staggered backward dozens of zhang as if struck by a heavy blow. His face turned pale, and he could not help coughing up a mouthful of blood. His aura instantly weakened considerably; he had clearly suffered severe internal injuries.

However, just as the green-robed Saint had