Qian Daochen looked at the Golden Sacred Dragon before him.
As his words fell, Yu Xiaogang's expression darkened on the spot.
"You still dare talk tough!"
Yu Xiaogang raised his arm.
The Golden Sacred Dragon lifted its head, its golden scales glittering in the sunlight.
It opened its jaws.
Golden light rapidly gathered.
The next instant, a blazing breath erupted with a roar.
Golden flames engulfed the entire canyon.
Lightning crisscrossed within the flames.
The rocks burned dark red, and the ground kept splitting beneath the tremendous force.
Flender and Liu Erlong stood behind the Golden Sacred Dragon.
The three of them poured an endless stream of soul power into its body.
"Qian Daochen!"
Yu Xiaogang stared into the heart of the sea of fire.
"Do you understand the Golden Sacred Dragon's power now?"
"Even a Titled Douluo wouldn't dare take this attack head-on!"
Flames and lightning swept toward him.
Qian Daochen stood where he was, his white robes fluttering in the heat.
He did not retreat.
The Fire Dragon King raised his head from Qian Daochen's left shoulder.
A crimson dragon phantom appeared behind him.
The phantom was only a few dozen feet long, yet it carried the pure essence of fire.
The instant it appeared, all the flames filling the sky froze in place.
The Ice Dragon King also left Qian Daochen's right shoulder.
An azure dragon phantom spread its wings in midair.
Frost spread from his body.
The intertwined lightning and flames swiftly froze into sheets of crystalline ice.
Before the Golden Sacred Dragon's breath could reach Qian Daochen, frost had already sealed it away.
The Fire Dragon King raised a claw.
Crimson flames danced at its tips.
"You dare attack my lord with something like this?"
He looked at the distant Golden Sacred Dragon.
"Do you