The next moment, the entire ancient city seemed to tremble.
Long Aotian's dark golden dragon scales began to expand wildly, covering every inch of his skin, even his face was covered with a layer of golden scales, and his pupils changed from dark gold to blazing pure gold, like a pair of burning suns.
Every breath he exhaled carried scorching dragon breath, baking the ground beneath his feet into charred cracks.
"Buzz!"
The golden dragon shadow behind him suddenly solidified, blotting out the sky and the sun. Its scales were like golden armor, its horns like pillars of heaven, its head was lowered, and its whiskers cascaded down like waterfalls, stirring up a storm of laws with every breath.
He exuded an ancient pressure that surpassed even the Great Sage Realm, as if a true Dragon Emperor had awakened from antiquity.
The phantom figure moved in sync with Long Aotian's movements.
The entire void could not withstand this pressure and began to crumble inch by inch.
The ancient city's protective array erupted with blinding light, desperately trying to keep its foundation from collapsing. The array patterns flickered wildly, as if it were about to crumble at any moment.
"Boom!"
With a dragon's roar, the sky split open.
The golden dragon shadow suddenly lowered its head, its dragon eyes falling on Lin Fan, like the Eye of Heaven looking down on an ant.
All the Spiritual Qi in the world was drained away at this moment...
It wasn't absorbed, but rather pushed out by the oppressive aura emanating from that dragon shadow, like a golden sun falling to earth, exuding an unparalleled sense of oppression.
"This is the Dragon Emperor's Descent..."
Feng Jiuge stood at a distance, the firelight dancing around him.
A hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes. "Back then, a former member of the Dragon Clan who possessed the Eternal Dragon Emperor Physique used this move to suppress a Quasi -Quasi-Emperor at the Sage King level."
He said gravely, "This attack... it seems it really will annihilate the Sage King."
Gu Chen also said in a deep voice, "The Imperial Prince is probably in trouble."
He silently took half a step forward, gripping the broken halberd tightly, as if ready to charge at any moment. Long Aotian was strong, but he was not afraid!
"Boom!"
" Lin Fan, you are very strong."
"But that's where it ends."
"You have every reason to be proud that I can Dragon Emperor's Descent."
Long Aotian raised his right hand, and the ten-thousand-foot-tall dragon shadow also raised its right claw. The dragon claw swept across the sky, like a giant mountain slowly pressing down.
The laws are in turmoil!
Every strand of law exudes an ancient and undying Daoist charm, like the true meaning of the Ancestral Dragon that has traveled from the Immortal Ancient Era, carrying the domineering aura of destroying all things and the unparalleled supreme pressure of the Dragon Clan.
Before the dragon's claws had even truly landed, large, spiderweb-like cracks had already appeared on the ground of the ancient city.
The stone pillars collapsed, and the array patterns on the city wall began to fade away piece by piece.
The void within a radius of dozens of miles vanished, becoming a vacuum zone, and even the cultivators watching from afar felt their souls tremble.
The oppressive feeling was several times stronger than before, as if the entire sky was sinking.
Long Aotian said disdainfully, "This attack is enough to kill a Sage King or Great Sage Realm. How can you, a Late-stage Sage, withstand it?"
hiss!
Many cultivators, upon gazing at the towering dragon shadow in the sky, felt their legs go weak and immediately knelt on the ground. Even the Sage King's expression changed drastically.
"Fear!"
"Is this the true strength of a young supreme being? Other geniuses and prodigies are utterly no match for him!"
"Is this the power of the Dragon Emperor's Descent? It seems the Imperial Prince is in danger today!"
"Can Lin Fan withstand that claw attack? The gap in skill level is too great!"
The discussion had reached its peak.
However, Lin Fan stood directly beneath the shadow of the dragon claw, his white robes fluttering in the wind, watching the slowly descending dragon claw, a smile still playing on his lips.
"That's more interesting!"
He stretched his shoulders and then slowly extended his right hand forward.
Phew!
A deep, melodious cry, an ancient roar not belonging to the Dragon Clan, suddenly burst forth from his body.
The long cry started low, like a giant beast that had been sleeping in the deep sea turning over, but in the next instant, it suddenly rose and transformed into a sharp whistle that tore through the sky, sharp and domineering, carrying a completely different kind of ancient ferocity.
Buzz!
A vast scroll suddenly appeared behind Lin Fan!
Kunpeng!
It has no dragon shape, no wings, yet it lies across the void in a form that cannot be described by any words, sometimes as a fish, sometimes as a bird, sometimes swallowing the sky, sometimes embracing the earth.
It is so huge that it cannot be measured...
Like an ancient deity, existing since the beginning of time, looking down upon all living beings with boundless eyes.
When the roc spreads its wings, it blots out the sky and the sun; its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky.
With a gentle flap of its wings, the Kunpeng stirred up a storm across the entire sky. Dark blue and chaotic power of law poured down from the wingtips like a waterfall, scattering the dragon energy across the sky.
" Kunpeng!"
Feng Jiuge's eyes widened suddenly, and the wine jug in her hand fell to the ground, shattering into pieces with a crash. "He actually possesses the Kunpeng Treasure Technique?!"
Grass!
Gu Chen's hand gripping the broken halberd tightened suddenly, his knuckles turning white, his lips trembling slightly. "This, is this even human? I spent half a month trying to comprehend something without any progress... and he learned it in the blink of an eye, and it seems the Imperial Prince even used the complete Kunpeng Treasure Technique... How, how did he do that?"
" The Kunpeng Treasure Technique! That's the legendary Kunpeng Treasure Technique!"
"One of the Ten Ferocious Beasts' Treasure Techniques! He actually mastered two of the Ten Ferocious Beasts' Treasure Techniques!"
" True Dragon Precious Technique plus Kunpeng Treasure Technique... what kind of divine combination is this?"
" Long Aotian has gone mad! Wasn't he here to steal the True Dragon Precious Technique? Turns out, they've even unleashed the Kunpeng Treasure Technique!"
The crowd erupted in uproar, their cries like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, even shaking the ancient city's protective array.
Long Aotian murmured, his voice barely audible, as if squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with barely suppressed shock and an almost burning greed. "You actually... have mastered the Kunpeng Treasure Technique?"
boom!
The next moment, the Kunpeng and the dragon claw collided and exploded outwards.
The city's protective formation shattered on the spot, and countless cultivators were thrown back thousands of feet by the aftershocks, crashing heavily onto the city walls or the ground.
"Boom!"
The golden light curtain and Chaos Qi intertwined to form a destructive storm, leveling the area within several miles of the ancient city entrance to the ground.
Feng Jiuge and Gu Chen stood side by side, each activating their own protective laws, barely managing to withstand the shockwave.
Feng Jiuge's expression turned solemn. "The power of this attack... has already reached the level of Sage King, hasn't it?"
Gu Chen was silent for a moment. "Perhaps... it's more than that."
As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, a figure emerged from the ruins.
Long Aotian's figure gradually became clearer, but most of his dark gold dragon armor was already shattered.
His right arm hung limply at his side, a large patch of dragon scales had fallen off, and dark golden dragon blood was dripping continuously from between his fingers.
His face was slightly pale.
Opposite him, the white-clad figure still stood, his robes slightly disheveled, but his breathing steady, with a trace of dark golden bloodstains remaining in the void.
"You..."
For the first time Long Aotian's voice faltered. He looked down at his shattered dragon armor and the wounds on his arms, then looked up at Lin Fan, and then at the somewhat thinner phantom of the Dragon Emperor behind him.
" The Kunpeng Treasure Technique truly lives up to its reputation..."
He muttered, "No wonder Huo Yun and Jin Zhan died at your hands."
The entire hall fell silent.
No one spoke, and no one dared to speak. They were all watching the two figures in the arena. The aftershocks of the previous attack had not completely dissipated, and the scorching aura of the Law of Destruction still lingered in the air.
Lin Fan flexed his wrists, looked at Long Aotian, and smiled slightly, " The Dragon Emperor's Descent, and you think you're invincible? Turns out, you're nothing special!"
"You call this... the Eternal Dragon Emperor Physique?"
His voice was very soft, drifting into the ears of every spectator. "I think... calling it the Eternal Dragon Turtle Shell would be more appropriate."
"No wonder he remained calm and composed; this isn't confidence, it's overwhelming superiority!"
Feng Jiuge stood at a distance, muttering, "I knew I hadn't misjudged him... This guy is even more outrageous than I imagined."
Long Aotian's gaze grew increasingly deep and complex. After a moment of silence, he suddenly smiled.
There was no anger or resentment in that smile, only an expression of near-relief. "No wonder Huo Yun and Jin Zhan died at your hands."
Long Aotian smiled.
It wasn't a contemptuous laugh, but an almost manic one. "Hahaha... Lin Fan, you're really starting to pique my interest more and more. The stronger you are, the more I want to trample you under my feet."