Long Aotian struck, unleashing a punch of boundless power. Divine light poured forth, illuminating the world around them, while waves of force battered the air and made space itself tremble.
The Dark Evil God Son had already reached Long Xiaotian's side and was about to plunge his claw down when a howling blast of fist pressure struck. A fierce divine radiance pierced space, terrifying beyond measure.
The Dark Evil God Son hurriedly dodged, spreading his wings as though to blot out this entire stretch of heaven and earth. Lightning flickered, blocking Long Aotian's punch.
But those bat wings were scorched, giving off the smell of roasted meat.
The Dark Evil God Son's eyes turned blood-red as he stared fixedly at Long Aotian, as though he wanted to tear him apart.
"Long Aotian! You dare attack me!"
"Long Xiaotian is my own younger brother. Besides, you provoked us first, then actually tried to kill him. Had I not intervened in time, our Ancestral Dragon Nest would have lost a prodigy!"
"Then let me see just how much your ninth place on the Hidden Dragon Ranking is worth."
"If you aren't afraid of falling like a broken halberd buried in the sand, with the Darkness Divine Palace holding a grand funeral rite for you, then come and try. We of the Primordial Dragon Clan aren't yours to toy with!"
Long Aotian's gaze was sharp. Aside from Ye Tian, he had never met his match since emerging into the world. If this Dark Evil God Son insisted on hounding them, he would make a fine sparring partner.
"What does the Darkness Divine Palace have to fear!"
"And what do I, the Evil God Son, have to fear? You're nothing but a declining Dragon Clan!"
The Dark Evil God Son stamped on the ground,