They had made their move!
The powerhouses of the Six Realms held their breath, eager to see how Xiao Yan and the hooded figure would respond!
"The Golden Dragon King and the Twelve-Winged Seraph have attacked!"
"Even gravely wounded, they're still terrifyingly strong!"
"Were those two... just putting on an act?!"
On the battlefield, Xiao Yan watched the Golden Dragon King shoot toward him. The flame in his eyes suddenly flared.
He grinned, wild and unrestrained.
"Come on, then!"
He swung up the Dark Iron Heavy Ruler. No fancy movement, no profound technique—he simply swatted it straight ahead.
Simple. Brutal!
The Golden Dragon King's pupils contracted. He felt the power within that ruler, heavy as the Heavenly Dao and overbearing as the abyss, as though the entire sky were bearing down on him!
But his spear strike was already committed. He had no way back—and no desire to retreat.
"Dragon Emperor's Wrath!"
The Golden Dragon King roared. Golden light blazed from his spear, and all his strength gathered in that single thrust.
The spearpoint slammed into the face of the ruler.
BOOM!!!
A muffled explosion rang out, as if the sky had collapsed.
Golden light burst apart, and the entire Epoch Battlefield shook violently.
Then a golden figure flew backward out of the light.
It was the Golden Dragon King!
Like a fly swatted aside, he tumbled countless times through the air. His dragon spear flew from his grasp, golden blood gushed from his mouth, and another great swath of his scales shattered.
BANG!
The Golden Dragon King crashed heavily to the ground. Dust billowed and stones scattered.
The powerhouses of the Six Realms froze.
"What?!"
"The Golden Dragon King... was sent flying with one swat of a ruler?!"
"How is that possible?!"
"There was no cultivation art or secret