The Apricot-Robed Youth's voice slowly echoed through the ruins.
Ye Chenjun's throat bobbed, his gaze fixed on the utterly unscathed purple true dragon natal body beneath the thunderclouds.
He was certain that, from beginning to end, the Third Prince had used no divine ability, cast not the slightest spell. He had merely summoned his natal body.
True Person Dan Yuan, meanwhile, had gathered his strength for a long time, chanted incantations, and formed seals before unleashing the Immortal Capital Thunder of his Azure Firmament Thunder Method-that strike had already been an all-out effort.
Yet his opponent had weathered it safely with nothing but a natal body.
How could he be this powerful?
Even with the finest bloodline of the Pure Water Demonic Dragons, his natal body shouldn't have been strong enough to withstand Immortal Capital Thunder manifested by a seventh-tier divine ability head-on.
And that tone-so calm, as though he were discussing something utterly trivial.
An indescribable feeling welled up in Ye Chenjun's heart. The youth clearly had no intention of showing off, yet he radiated an almost suffocating dominance.
At those words, True Person Dan Yuan first seethed with anger. But when he looked at the purple true dragon again, his brows involuntarily knitted tightly.
He simply could not understand how someone with the same seventh-tier cultivation could withstand his full-strength strike with only a natal body.
True Person Dan Yuan snorted, forcing his mind to steady. "Gu Xing, you brought this on yourself. I used only thirty percent of my strength just now."
"Now I'll show you what a real thunder method looks like."
An ominous premonition quietly rose in Lingmiaozi's heart. She knew perfectly well that the Immortal Capital Thunder just now had consumed at least half of Dan Yuan's magical power. Otherwise, he could never have