Rumble!
A terrifying roar rang out, as though heaven and earth were being split apart.
Around Ye Tian's towering figure, straight as an ancient pine, peerless divine might erupted with enough power to reverse the Star River.
"You skulking rats think you can ambush and kill me inside this Eternal Heaven-Burying Formation?"
"Today, I'll show you what it truly means to sweep through rotten wood—and what absolute Myriad Arts Cannot Harm looks like!"
Before his words had faded, the chaos blood and qi within Ye Tian blazed like a fully ignited primordial divine furnace.
His boundless blood energy surged beyond the highest skies, forming a vast golden sea of blood overhead.
"ROAR!"
A desolate dragon roar shook the Nine Hells and pierced through the eternal ages.
It suddenly thundered out from the depths of that golden sea of blood.
Endless Great Dao runes frantically intertwined and reformed over Ye Tian's arms.
Amid dazzling golden light, a Primordial True Dragon phantom tens of thousands of feet long appeared across the sky!
This True Dragon was formed entirely from Ye Tian's supremely condensed chaos blood and qi, its jagged horns piercing the blue heavens.
Its overlapping scales gleamed with an imperishable metallic luster.
Its eyes resembled two blazing golden suns, radiating supreme ferocity that made souls tremble.
"True Dragon Treasure Art—Dragon Battles in the Wilds!"
Ye Tian let out a long cry, his right fist carrying the colossal Primordial True Dragon phantom.
With an invincible bearing that crushed the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, he blasted it toward the Imperial Clan prodigies preparing their attacks ahead.
"Utter arrogance! Everyone, attack together! Unleash your trump cards and shred this bluff of a treasure art!"
An Imperial Clan prodigy clad in purple-gold battle armor glared so fiercely that the corners of his eyes nearly split.