One Punch Sent a Thousand-Year Sub-Dragon Flying, Shattering Tang San's Dao Heart

Tang San gritted his teeth. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The Dark-Armored Bloodhorn Dragon gave him no chance to catch his breath. Its enormous shadow fell over him, and the heat twisted the air. A dark-purple claw gleaming like metal swept up a gale and slammed down!

"You want to kill me? You beast, you're not worthy!!"

Tang San roared, his eyes savage.

The image of Yu Xiaogang scrambling away for his life still flashed through his mind.

The humiliation of being abandoned and the fear of death intertwined, igniting the pride he held as a Tang Sect Disciple.

He would never die beneath this beast's foot!

"Mysterious Heaven Skill, turn!"

His veins bulged. The meager power of the Mysterious Heaven Skill surged backward through his body, and the searing pain filled his eyes with blood. His feet traced Nine Stars within a hair's breadth, and he unleashed the Tang Sect's supreme movement technique.

Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!

Whoosh!

Tang San became an afterimage, sliding several feet across the ground.

Mud and stone exploded outward. A wave of earth hurled him several yards into a broken tree stump. Agony tore through his back, and he spat a mouthful of blood.

The Bloodhorn Dragon's savagery did not abate. It stamped a thick hind leg down and bore down on him again.

"Blue Silver Grass, bind!"

At the brink of death, Tang San slapped his left hand against the mud. Pale-blue blades of grass surged from his palm, becoming dozens of vines as thick as bowls that coiled toward the dragon's ankles.

But in the end, it was only common grass.

Before the dragon even exerted its strength, the dragonfire curling around its body stirred.

The fragile Blue Silver Grass, not yet enhanced by a Soul Ring, crackled and burned the moment it touched the flames. Every vine turned to black ash that scattered across the sky!!

The backlash from his Martial Soul sent a stab of pain through Tang San's mind.

"Damn it! All that talk about there being no Trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters... It was all a lie!"

Tang San screamed inwardly. Before absolute power, the theory he had once believed in was laughable.

But he still had a trump card: a supreme divine technique from another world!!

"Hidden Weapon Hundred Solutions, Rainstorm Pierces the Heart!"

His face twisted, Tang San swept his left hand across his imitation Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moon Night. Three poison-coated Bone-Piercing Steel Needles and six short steel arrows hidden in his sleeve shot out together, carrying every last scrap of his inner power straight toward the dragon's eyes!

This was the deadliest Tang Sect move he could muster. Even a high-level Soul Master could not escape it!

Clink! Clink! Clang!

A few crisp cracks rang out.

The Hidden Weapons, powerful enough to pierce a Soul Grandmaster's protective astral qi, struck the dragon's scales and raised nothing but a few pitiful sparks!

"How is that possible... Tang Sect Hidden Weapons... couldn't even pierce its defenses?"

Tang San's eyes went wide. He could have wept.

Without profound inner power from the Mysterious Heaven Skill to drive them, or divine weapons forged from Meteoric Iron, the Hidden Weapons made of ordinary steel snapped easily against this descendant of a Primordial True Dragon.

The pride and confidence he had built across two lifetimes were crushed.

"Roar!"

Struck in the face by common steel, the Bloodhorn Dragon flew into a rage.

The beast let out a furious roar and raised a barbed foot weighing thousands of pounds, bringing it down squarely on Tang San!!

Before the foot reached him, the crushing wind had already pressed the earth beneath Tang San into a huge pit.

If that foot landed, it would mash him into pulp on the spot!

"I, Tang San... am going to die here...?" Helplessness, despair, and towering unwillingness filled his eyes.

His body went limp in the mud. He closed his eyes in defeat and waited for his flesh and bones to be torn apart.

Awooo!

A vast dragon's cry from the dawn of creation, from the first days of antiquity, burst across the nine heavens!

The sound was not piercing, yet it carried an absolute imperial might before which the nine heavens and ten lands, all gods and Buddhas, had no choice but to bow and submit!

Visible golden ripples spread through the air wherever the sound swept past.

In the blink of an eye, every Soul Beast that had been fleeing in a frenzy within a hundred-mile radius of the Soul Hunting Forest froze in place.

Ten-year Netherworld Wolves, hundred-year Mandala Snakes, even thousand-year Bloodthirsty Berserk Bears hidden in the depths—all collapsed before that supreme might born from the source of their bloodlines, prostrating themselves from the depths of their souls.

High above, a tall, slender figure in white broke through the air and plunged down amid a sky full of golden light!

Su Chen's expression was icy, his robes snapping in the gale.

He did not reveal the vast true form of the Chaos Ancestral Dragon that could blot out the sky. He simply gathered the pure Ancestral Dragon Astral Qi of his perfected twentieth level around his right arm.

Crack, crack, crack!

With the crisp sound of dragon scales unfurling, dazzling golden scales covered Su Chen's entire right arm.

His five fingers curved into the razor-sharp Supreme Ancestral Dragon Claw. Bearing the domineering pure-yang power to split heaven from earth, he drove it straight into the descending foot!

Boom!

The air shook, and golden light flared!

The instant claw and foot collided, the entire swamp collapsed.

A golden gale of unmatched violence carved a huge chasm through the wetland, several yards wide and too deep to see the bottom!

Tang San watched in horror as the Dark-Armored Bloodhorn Dragon, a three-thousand-year sub-dragon weighing thousands of pounds and seemingly invincible, let out a shrill cry of pain beneath Su Chen's casual blow!

Bang!

The Pure Yang Ancestral Dragon Fist sent the dragon's massive body flying, driving it back a full ten yards!!

Its thick hind legs scraped wildly over frozen earth and rock. It smashed through more than a dozen towering trees before it finally stopped!!

The wind howled, and shattered leaves and broken timber rained down.

Su Chen stood in the churned mud, hands behind his back, his white robes spotless as snow. His expression was calm and indifferent.

He tilted his head slightly. Purple-gold light swirled in his eyes as he glanced coldly at the blood-soaked Tang San barely clinging to life at his feet, contempt plain on his face.

Meeting those indifferent eyes, Tang San felt a storm rise in his heart. How was this possible?

One barehanded strike had sent a three-thousand-year sub-dragon flying??

Who was he?

[Ding! The host has utterly torn away the hypocritical mask Yu Xiaogang wore as a grandmaster of theory and a benevolent teacher, forcing him to abandon his disciple and flee for his life. Yu Xiaogang's dignity as a teacher has completely collapsed!]

[The host has shattered Tang San's confidence in Tang Sect techniques and Hidden Weapons. Tang San's Dao heart has suffered a devastating blow. Tang San's fortune reduced by 3,000 points!]

[The host has forcefully suppressed a three-thousand-year sub-dragon Ferocious Beast. Heaven's Mandate Plunder and the God-Tier Critical Hit Panel activated!]

[The target for the god-tier First Soul Ring, the three-thousand-year Dark-Armored Bloodhorn Dragon, has been definitively locked onto by the host!]

The system's grand announcements echoed through Su Chen's mind, bringing a surge of powerful energy with them.

Ten yards ahead, the Dark-Armored Bloodhorn Dragon he had driven back with one punch felt an instinctive terror in its bones at the supreme dragon-ancestor bloodline radiating from the human before it.

But rage and savage bloodlust drove it on. The single blood-red horn atop its head erupted with world-destroying purple-red lightning.

Blinding bolts of destruction rolled across its body. The beast unleashed another earth-shaking roar and lunged wildly at Su Chen, bearing down on him with the fury of one ready to smash jade and stone alike!