In the True Spirit Assembly's arena, faced with Jin Jiuxiao's arrogant provocation,
Qiong Ting, the last Dragon Race prodigy with an undefeated record, looked furious.
"Hmph, what an arrogant fool. Let me show you the power of my Dragon Race's Secret Arts!"
A powerful aura erupted around Qiong Ting, and a golden spear appeared in his hand.
Metal Origin Power swirled around him, forming a golden dragon phantom that soared into the air.
He charged straight at Jin Jiuxiao.
"Heh...!"
Jin Jiuxiao sneered. The Golden Twin Maces in his hands shone, and a pair of golden wings spread behind him. Moving like lightning, he lunged straight at his opponent.
An earth-shaking battle erupted between them above the arena.
During the fight, numerous powerful Secret Arts of the Golden-Winged Great Peng Race and the Dragon Race were revealed, stunning everyone present.
But the battle did not last long.
In the end,
"Boom...!"
With an earth-shaking explosion,
a golden mace phantom dozens of zhang long smashed down through the air.
Qiong Ting and his spear were blasted backward, slamming heavily onto the Dragon Bone Arena. The golden dragon phantom around him dispersed, and his aura weakened.
"Urgh...!"
Qiong Ting gave a muffled groan, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
In midair, Jin Jiuxiao's wings flared wide behind him as he looked down at Qiong Ting, his eyes full of mockery.
"This is the strength of the Dragon Race's greatest prodigy? How disappointing.
Everyone in the Demon Race says that among the Four Great Imperial Clans, the Dragon Race is the oldest and has the deepest foundations. And this is all?"
Jin Jiuxiao's face was full of scorn.
Ever since the battle in the Borderlands, where he had suffered repeated setbacks at the hands of Shadowless Asura and returned with his