Of course, most people merely took Zhu Jin's words as the ravings of a dying man. After all, Venerable Yao Han Feng enjoyed immense public prestige, and more importantly, alchemists naturally inspired trust. There was no other reason—because they could refine pills, and one day, you would always need to ask them for medicine.
On the Dou Qi Continent, the strong were revered. Put simply: everyone admired strength.
Someone sneered, "That little dragon from the Ancient Void Dragon Clan is far too arrogant. He relied on external power to raise his strength, yet he dared to snatch Venerable Yao's pill. He is simply courting death."
The capital's houses collapsed, and the ground was shattered by the combined assault of two Dou Venerates. Countless buildings lay in ruins. Everyone believed that Zhu Jin was doomed this time!
With a crash, the rubble was blasted away by powerful spatial force. Zhu Jin crawled out of the crater! He was now covered in dust, his dragon scales shattered and his body drenched in blood. Clearly, even with his father's dragon scale protecting him, he had still suffered grave injuries.
"No way?! He can still live after that?!"
Seeing that Zhu Jin merely had cracked scales and blood pouring from his body, even the Six-eared Spirit Python King's expression changed drastically. He had not held back at all. He knew perfectly well that even a true Half-step Dou Venerate, if they used their body to withstand the combined strike of Han Feng and himself, would either be burned to ashes by the Heavenly Flames or smashed into a bloody pulp, reduced directly to a mist of blood.
Yet Zhu Jin was only bleeding, with his dragon scales broken. Even his dragon bones had not snapped. It was simply unbelievable!
At this sight, countless magical