As Ye Tian raised his hand, ten thousand rays of divine light flashed forth. His strength was terrifying; he was nothing short of a young conqueror.
The Dark Blood Sea Flood Dragon plummeted, its body reduced to chunks of flesh until only its head remained.
Ye Tian beckoned with one hand and caught the dragon head in his grasp.
Then he landed beside Long Nu'er. "Your Primordial Azure Dragon bloodline has undergone ninety percent of its transformation, yet you couldn't even deal with a small fry like this."
"How are you supposed to serve as my mount?"
Ye Tian reprimanded her softly, and Long Nu'er lowered her head in shame.
Yet inwardly, she was still a little unconvinced. Do you really think everyone is like you, hailed as the Eternal Taboo, the strongest throughout all history?
Even the young Supremes who had come to the Supreme Hall this time—Long Aotian, Long Xiaotian, Qin Xuanlong, Qin Haoran, and the others—would have been swept aside and reduced to bloody pulp in the dragon's maw.
Then Long Nu'er glanced at the Blood Sea Flood Dragon's head, which had lost the ability to move but was still snapping its jaws, and shook her head.
Of all the people you could provoke, you just had to provoke this savage god.
Ye Tian examined it again, but neither the Dark Blood Sea Flood Dragon's body nor its head contained the key they sought. Only traces of dark matter remained in the head.
Ye Tian casually tossed it aside and clenched one hand. The bloody dragon head, which had still been roaring a moment earlier, burst apart, turning to powder that drifted down.
Visions of gods and devils falling and saints spilling blood still reflected in Ye Tian's eyes. In that instant, he pierced every illusion in