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"Roar …"
Dragon Eight howled in agony, but that wasn't all. Everything wasn't over yet.
It was Du Shaofu's style to take advantage of his opponent's weakness. He stepped on Draconic Eight's head and shot out purple-gold lightning from his eyes. It was like two purple-gold suns were shining. His overbearing and terrifying aura made the space roar!
"Boom!"
Another punch landed on Dragon Eight's blue scales. Dragon Eight's skull was badly mangled and his skin was badly mangled.
"Roar …"
The lightning energy engulfed Dragon Eight's body, and his entire body was ravaged by the lightning. It was a horrible sight.
If this was an ordinary Primordial Beast Supreme, one punch from Du Shaofu would have been enough to crush it. Only a descendant of the True Dragon like Dragon Eight could withstand two punches and not die.
"Roar …"
Dragon Nine's huge body tried to break free, but he could not break free from the suppression of the Purple-Gold Thunder Roc behind Du Shaofu. He roared and transformed back into his human form. Blood dripped from his mouth, and his body was in a sorry state. He was like a flash of blue lightning, and under the suppression of the Purple-Gold Thunder Roc, he managed to break free.
Du Shaofu looked straight at Dragon Eight, who was trying to break free. A sinister smile appeared on his face, and then he disappeared like a ghost.
"Trying to escape? It's too late!"
Du Shaofu's voice echoed in the void. When he appeared again, he was in front of Dragon Nine, who had just escaped.
Du Shaofu had the Thunder Meridian wrapped around his body, but he still had that creepy smile on his face. The purple-gold electric arcs around him started to move. He opened his mouth and sucked. Thunder burst out and froze the space around him. It also froze Dragon Eight, who was trying to escape.
The purple-gold lightning flashed, forming an invisible cage. No matter how Dragon Eight struggled, it was useless.
"Bang!"
At the same time, Du Shaofu's body swooped down like a bolt of lightning. His fist, which was covered by the Thunder Martial Veins, seemed to carry a purple-gold thunder ball as it landed heavily on Dragon Eight's chest.
Purple-gold arcs of lightning poured down in torrents, punishing in all directions. His aura was that of a lightning supreme being!
"Pfff …"
When Du Shaofu punched Dragon Eight, Dragon Eight spat out a mouthful of Dragon blood. Purple gold lightning seeped through his body, forming a destructive, wild energy. It turned into a wave of lightning runes that swept across the area.
Chi La!
Du Shaofu waved his hand and clawed at Dragon Eight's throat. Then, he looked around.
"Coiling Dragon Massacre!"
"Tyrannosaurus Destroys the World!"
In the distant sky, Dragonstorm and Dragonwind, who had been unable to break free from Jialou Cailing's forceful obstruction, finally used their last magical power.
One of them activated the Coiling Dragon Calamity, while the other activated the Tyrant Dragon Calamity. The two Divine Abilities descended, and the pressure they emitted caused the void to distort and shatter.
"Roc Descends to the Nine Heavens!"
Jialou Cailing shouted. The Golden-Winged Roc's domineering will swept out, resisting the two Divine Abilities of Dragonstorm and Dragonwind by herself.
"Ao Ao!"
"Ji!"
The three Divine Abilities collided. At this moment, there were broken runes everywhere. Under the brilliance, there was a destructive power. These were the two supreme beasts using their Divine Abilities to kill each other.
It had to be said that Dragonwind and Dragonstorm were very strong. When they activated the Coiling Dragon Calamity and the Tyrant Dragon Calamity, their power shook the heavens and the earth.
The surrounding sky had already collapsed, revealing a heart-palpitating pitch-black color.
At this moment, under these three Divine Abilities, even a peak Nirvana Martial Venerable would be affected and his body would collapse and turn into a bloody mist. He would be killed.
Not long after the collision, the violent destructive energy disappeared.
"Pfff …"
Jialou Cailing's huge Golden-Winged Roc body was shaken back. Her feathers were dripping with blood, and she spat out pale golden blood. Her aura was weak.
However, Dragonstorm and Dragonstorm didn't look too good. Their dragon scales had been torn apart by the Roc's claws, and their bones could be seen. Their auras were weak.
Overall, Dragonstorm and Dragonstorm were only slightly better than Jialou Cailing.
"Creak …"
Not far away, Little Star's huge dragon body was shaken back. The Black Tortoise Divine Shell on his body was shining brightly. His body shrank into the Black Tortoise Divine Shell. As he was shaken back hundreds of feet, the huge force was exhausted. Only then did he come out.
"It must be a defensive treasure!"
Dragonstorm was stunned. The shell on the little strange dragon's body was indestructible. It was oppressive, and he couldn't break it at all.
At this moment, whether it was Dragonstorm, Dragonstorm, or Dragonstorm, they didn't attack again. Instead, they looked in a certain direction at the same time, and their expressions changed.
In the same direction that Dragonstorm and the others were looking at, only Du Shaofu was standing.
However, everyone could see that Du Shaofu's claw was on Dragonstorm's throat.
At this moment, Dragonstorm's eyes were tightly shut. His face was pale, and he was battered and exhausted. His whole body was dripping with blood, and no one knew if he was dead or alive.
Du Shaofu raised his head slightly and looked at Dragonstorm, Dragonstorm, and Dragonstorm, who were looking at him from a distance. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he stuffed a bunch of elixirs and spiritual herbs into his mouth without any scruples. His expression was calm, as if nothing had happened.
The surrounding beasts that were fighting fiercely suddenly felt that something was wrong with the strange atmosphere. They all turned around and looked at each other. Then, they were all dumbfounded.
"Oh no, the Eighth Dragon Prince has been captured by the Demon King!"
The group of Dragonstorm experts were even more stunned. Their Eighth Dragon Prince had fallen into the hands of the Demon King, Du Shaofu.
Jialou Cai Ling's intimidating eyes were also looking at Du Shaofu and Dragonstorm, which he had captured. Her eyes were glowing with golden light.
After doing all that, Du Shaofu looked at Dragonstorm, Dragonstorm, Dragonstorm, Dragonstorm, and the others. He sneered and said, "Do it. Why aren't you doing it?"
"Du Shaofu, what are you trying to do? If you dare to hurt the Eighth Dragon Prince, the entire Dragons will not let you go!"
Looking at the captured Dragonstorm, Dragonstorm panicked even with his composure. This time, his main task was to protect Dragonstorm and Dragonstorm.
Dragonstorm was already severely injured. If anything happened to Dragonstorm, he would not be able to explain it to his clan.
"Don't threaten me with the Dragons. I have already killed Dragonstorm Nine. I don't care if I kill Dragonstorm Eight!"
Du Shaofu sneered. Suddenly, his expression changed. His voice, which was mixed with Celestial Chi, echoed in the sky above the sea of clouds. "Everyone, stop. If the Dragons dare to move again, Dragonstorm Eight will die!"
As his voice fell, Du Shaofu waved his claws. Golden light surged in his hands, causing Dragonstorm Eight, whose eyes were closed, to bleed profusely.
When the Dragons saw this, they did not dare to attack and immediately retreated.
Seeing this, Fantasy Tiger King, Violent Bear King, Little Ying Ying, Little Falcon, and the others were all delighted. They immediately retreated behind Du Shaofu.
More than a dozen huge golden-winged rocs that were dripping with blood and riddled with wounds were overjoyed when they saw this. Their huge bodies also gathered behind Du Shaofu, unknowingly standing in the same lineup as Du Shaofu.
"Father!"
Little Xingxing withdrew his body and rushed back to Du Shaofu's side. He glanced at Dragonstorm Eight, whose fate was unknown, and a proud smile appeared on his young face.
"Du Shaofu, stop. What are you trying to do? You dared to kill the Eighth Dragon Prince. No one will leave this place today!"
The dragon was enraged, and it roared furiously. The sound waves caused all the beasts to feel a little dizzy. Its huge dragon eyes looked down at Du Shaofu. If that kind of anger could kill, Du Shaofu would have been torn into pieces by now.
"Why don't you try?"
Du Shaofu looked directly at Long Feng. His golden eyes seemed to have the shadow of a Golden Winged Roc about to fly out. He confronted him with a domineering aura.
"Du Shaofu, let go of the Eighth Dragon Prince, and we will let you go this time. Otherwise, both sides will suffer, and you will die!"
Long Bao glared at Du Shaofu. His dragon eyes were overflowing with cold light. He had made ample preparations, but he did not expect that Du Shaofu would escape from him at the beginning.
Now that Du Shaofu had returned, he had captured Dragon Eight and imprisoned him.
Being controlled, the Eighth Dragon Prince could not have any accidents. How could Long Bao not be angry?
"We can't hand the Eighth Dragon Prince over to them. Dragons go back on their words. We can't trust them!"
Jialou Cai Ling withdrew her huge body and retreated to Du Shaofu's side. Her aura was weak and chaotic. It could be seen that her injuries were not light.
"Are you okay?"
Du Shaofu looked at Jialou Cai Ling and did not reply directly. Instead, he asked with concern. He handed over a lot of elixirs and said, "Do you want to take some elixirs to recover?"
In fact, Du Shaofu was not purely concerned about Jialou Cai Ling. This woman wanted to deal with him. If he had a choice, Du Shaofu did not want her to recover too quickly.
But now, Jialou Cai Ling was unable to fight against so many people. She was obviously suppressed by Long Bao and Long Feng. Du Shaofu was afraid that when the time came, he would still need Jialou Cai Ling's help.
Jialou Cai Ling was stunned. She looked at the elixirs in Du Shaofu's hand and hesitated for a moment. But she did not refuse. She opened her red lips slightly and stuffed the elixirs into her mouth. She asked, "You have already escaped. Why did you come back? Aren't you afraid of death?"
Du Shaofu smiled bitterly to himself. His expression was dignified and righteous. He said, "In my heart, I am a human. But I am also a Golden-winged Roc. Whoever dares to offend the Golden-winged Roc will not be spared!"
Du Shaofu's words were half true and half false. But when the Spiritual Fantasy Tiger King, Violent Bear King, Zither Devil, and the others heard it, they frowned for some reason. They wanted to scoff but did not dare to.
However, when these words were heard by the dozen or so Golden-winged Roc, the blood in their bodies boiled. They were very excited!
The Demon King, Du Shaofu, was able to capture Dragons alive as a supreme Roc. At this moment, he was proudly facing Long Bao and Long Feng. How domineering was he? The dozen or so Golden-winged Roc were secretly in awe and excitement.
[The previous chapter was updated at five or six o 'clock in the morning. At that time, I was too sleepy and made three mistakes. I mistakenly wrote Dragon Nine instead of Dragon Eight, which caused inconvenience. Xiao Yu bowed and apologized. The original version has been corrected. I apologize again.]
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