"Bang!..."
Amid the ear-splitting sound of metal and stone shattering, the Golden Crow phantom and the blade shadow shattered together.
The long blade in the Demon Dragon's hand broke apart once again with the sound.
Beyond that, cracks also appeared across the golden armor on the Demon Dragon's body.
The Demon Dragon looked at the broken blade in his hand, then at the cracks in his battle armor. Suddenly, a trace of sorrow appeared in his eyes as he said:
"How could battle armor forged with the strength of the entire Dragon Clan, and power accumulated by dozens of generations of Dragon Emperors, fail to withstand a single strike from a mere mortal?"
"Heaven will not permit it. Heaven truly will not permit it!"
After these two strange shouts, the Demon Dragon Ao Yan's expression suddenly hardened. His gaze returned to Xu Taiping, who had now switched places with his Primordial Chaos Clone, and he spoke with resolve in his eyes:
"Since that is so, this emperor shall burn away the Dragon Clan's last remaining fortune to tell every living being beneath these heavens that our Dragon Clan is by no means a defeated foe of the human race!"
Then Ao Yan abruptly opened his mouth and let out a dragon roar.
A dragon roar that seemed about to tear this entire world apart suddenly exploded.
"Rumble!..."
With that dragon roar, rings of golden ripples abruptly spread outward from the Demon Dragon's body.
"Bang!..."
The instant Xu Taiping's blade qi and thunderflame collided with those golden ripples, they exploded into nothingness.
At this sight, Xiahou Qingyuan's expression abruptly changed inside the Spring Rain Pavilion, and he said:
"This Demon Dragon is actually burning the Dragon Clan's fortune!"
The Old Martial God Zhu Huai's expression also changed drastically as he said: