Even after unleashing the True Dragon Treasure Art, Long Aotian and Long Xiaotian could do nothing.
Ye Tian suppressed them with ease. That incomparably fierce sword light seemed to blanket the heavens and the universe, threatening to cleave the entire sky in two. It was terrifying beyond measure.
The surging demonic light stabbed at everyone's eyes, forcing them shut. They could only vaguely make out a blade, its eerie patterns flickering as it radiated an aura of darkness.
Even the most dazzling sun in the sky was shrouded by that darkness.
The two True Dragons' bodies were already mangled. Once they reverted to their original forms, even the armor on their bodies lay in shattered pieces.
Covered in wounds, their flesh torn and bloody, they had already lost consciousness on the Black Tortoise Platform.
That was Long Aotian—a man endowed with the Divine Dragon Bloodline, the Dragon Emperor Physique, and the swallowing heaven dragon physique.
Yet from beginning to end, Ye Tian had toyed with him like a monkey.
Long Xiaotian's plight was even more wretched. Two years ago, he had been suppressed in a single move.
Now, he had once again been suppressed in a single move.
"So this is Ye Tian's divine might! Even someone ranked tenth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking is no different from an ant in his eyes!"
"The two strongest prodigies of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, yet Ye Tian only had to lift a finger to deal with them."
"What's even more terrifying is that Ye Tian is only fourteen! A monstrous genius for the ages!"
Countless young prodigies were stunned. As the saying went, hearing a hundred times could not compare to seeing once. Even though they had heard the stories before, witnessing it firsthand still left them utterly shaken, their eyes nearly