"Argh, die!"
With that furious roar, rage completely ignited Long Ji's heart.
He could no longer endure being suppressed by Ximen Ji, and all the strength in his body erupted in an instant.
The longsword in his hand shot forth like lightning, cleaving viciously toward Ximen Ji with unparalleled might.
The power of that strike was astonishing, as though it would tear the entire space apart.
Ximen Ji had never expected Long Ji to suddenly unleash such tremendous strength. He hastily tried to dodge, but it was already too late.
With a thunderous bang, the sword sent Ximen Ji flying. His body traced an arc through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
Long Ji was covered in injuries. Seven or eight gruesome wounds made a shocking sight, as though recounting the fierce battle he had just endured.
At that moment, Long Ji's hands and feet began taking on a half-dragon form. Two sharp dragon horns sprouted prominently from his head, like a pair of keen swords thrusting into the heavens.
His body seemed clad in a layer of brilliant dragon scales, gleaming with dazzling light, and his entire being radiated a mysterious, powerful aura,
as though he had stepped out of an ancient myth. His overall combat strength had risen by far more than a single level.
"Hmph, you rotten brat! So you're a stinking dragon! No wonder you could contend with me at the mere Tribulation Transcendence Realm.
But today, you'll be my stepping stone to fame and a glorious reputation as a dragon slayer!"
Ximen Ji clambered to his feet in a sorry state and quickly swallowed several pills. A burning light flickered in his eyes as he stared fixedly at Long Ji like a ravenous wolf.
After all, slaying a dragon was no feat