"Good! This claw has some of my aura. Even if he can block it, he won't have an easy time. " Palace Master Mo Long smiled excitedly. This Eighteenth Prince's innate talent was definitely the best among all the princes. Moreover, he had a domineering aura that he had when he first appeared. Thus, he doted on this Eighteenth Prince a lot and planned to secretly train him to be his successor.
Even in this battle between the Devil Desolate Region and the Incipient Extent, he had brought the Eighteenth Prince to broaden his horizons.
"Not bad. You do have some of Brother Long's style! However, my Zhen 'er doesn't seem to be optimistic about this battle. Brother Long, don't expect too much. " Tyrant Blood saw his daughter's expression and immediately felt that something was wrong. This year, with Zhen 'er's fighting ability, she had unexpectedly seen fear on this guy called Zhao Yuande's face. Had they met before? Or had they fought before?
"Good! Eighteenth Brother, slap him to death! "Demon Dragon Third Prince saw his brother's invincible power and immediately stood up and cheered excitedly.
"Brother Long, don't hold back! Give the Incipient Extent an unforgettable lesson! "
"Destroy the Incipient Extent's prestige …"
"…"
"Brother Long, do you think Zhao Yuande will lose?" Someone from the Incipient Extent asked Long Qingtian in a low voice.
"Lose?" Long Qingtian almost burst out laughing. "That little Demon Dragon bastard? You'll know soon enough! "
"Brother Long, you're not bragging, are you? Or do you have some prejudice against the Demon Dragon Clan and don't want to see them win? "Someone from the Incipient Extent seemed to be dissatisfied with the Dragon Clan and took the chance to mock Long Qingtian.
"I don't want to talk to you!" Long Qingtian glanced at him and didn't care about his words.
"Long Qingtian, don't be arrogant. If this Zhao Yuande dies, I'll see what else you can say." This person was a bald young man. Although his facial features were handsome, his ears were as big as palm-leaf fans, which made people think of an animal.
"Zhu Wuneng, are you from the Incipient Extent or the Devil Desolate Region?" The golden-armored man turned his head and glared at the bald young man.
"I... Of course, I'm from the Incipient Extent. I'm just..." The bald young man called Zhu Wu Neng shivered in fright. He almost fell off his seat.
At this time, the Eighteenth Prince's huge dragon claw had already reached Zhao Yuande's head. Aside from a few people, everyone else felt that Zhao Yuande would be severely injured even if he didn't die from this claw.
However, everyone suddenly saw Zhao Yuande gently stretch his body. Then, he casually threw out a punch to meet the eighteenth prince's dragon claw.
"Boom!"
The two collided with each other in an instant, creating an earth-shattering sound.
In the next moment, the huge demonic dragon flew out like a cannonball. Zhao Yuande's voice was like a shadow as he caught up with the eighteenth prince, who was flying backward. He kicked the eighteenth prince's back.
"Crack!"
Everyone heard the sound of bones breaking. The gigantic Demon Dragon's body was broken down the middle by the stomp. If it weren't for its flesh and skin, the Demon Dragon's body would have been split in two.
"Ah!" The eighteenth prince screamed miserably. At this moment, he almost fell into madness. He felt as if he had fallen from heaven to hell. His body was broken in half. This was the greatest insult to him.
"Eighteen, hurry up and admit defeat!" Palace Master Mo Long suddenly stood up from his hovering seat and roared at the Eighteenth Crown Prince.
Unfortunately, the eighteenth prince had already fallen into madness. He roared with all his might, opened his dragon mouth, and bit at Zhao Yuande who was standing on his back.
"Insect, your mouth stinks!" Zhao Yuande sneered and punched the dragon's head.
The Eighteenth Crown Prince felt an unstoppable force slamming into his head. His skull instantly shattered and his sea of wisdom was shattered by the powerful shockwave.
"Roar!"
A dragon-shaped divine soul rushed out of the Sea of Knowledge, trying to escape.
How could Zhao Yuande let it escape? He opened his Heaven's Eye and a thick Yin and Yang lightning shot out, annihilating the dragon-shaped divine soul.
"Eighteen!" Palace Master Mo Long roared angrily. A terrifying power instantly penetrated the barrier of the arena and shot toward Zhao Yuande.
"Palace Master Mo Long, you've gone too far!" Lightning Seigneur's voice sounded. A thunderous hand blocked the terrifying power.
"Lightning Seigneur, he killed my beloved son. I want him dead!" Palace Master Mo Long roared as his true body transformed into a terrifying demonic dragon that was tens of thousands of feet long. He recklessly charged towards the arena.
"Palace Master Mo Long, you're like this after your son died. We lost nine young geniuses. Aren't we sad? If you continue to be so rude, don't blame me for reporting this matter. This duel was decided by the higher-ups. If you don't abide by the rules, it will be a form of contempt for the higher-ups. Do as you wish! "Lightning Seigneur's terrifying power erupted and blocked Palace Master Mo Long, warning him coldly.
"Roar!"
Palace Master Mo Long roared to the sky, then turned into a black light and disappeared into the horizon.
"Zhao Yuande, don't let me catch you. Otherwise, I will crush your bones bit by bit!" Palace Master Mo Long's voice echoed in the arena.
"Humph! A mere Divine Emperor Black Dragon dares to threaten me. Come at me if you have the ability! "Zhao Yuande didn't hide his disdain for Palace Master Mo Long.
After this battle, he would begin to cross the Domain Tribulation. As long as he could cross the Domain Tribulation, his cultivation and strength would advance by leaps and bounds. At that time, although he didn't dare to say that he could defeat Palace Master Mo Long, he was confident that he could escape.
Therefore, he wasn't afraid of Palace Master Mo Long at all. He didn't care about Palace Master Mo Long's threat.
At that moment, the Magical Desolate Region's grandstand exploded into an uproar. Some of them looked at Zhao Yuande in fear while others revealed looks of worry.
"Miss Dongmen, how powerful is he?" Someone heard Dongmen Zhen's words and felt that she should know who Zhao Yuande was.
"He … He's … very strong. I don't think I'm his match!" Ever since Dongmen Zhen saw Zhao Yuande appear, she had lost the demeanor of the Dongmen Young Miss. From time to time, she would think about the matter of her being captured. It was as if a huge shadow had shrouded her heart, and she couldn't get rid of it.
"Wow!"
Everyone looked at Dongmen Zhen. They couldn't believe what they saw. Dongmen Zhen from the Tyrant Blood Tribe said that she wasn't as strong as a human. It was simply incomprehensible.
At this time, on the Incipient Extent's spectator stand, everyone was excitedly surrounding Long Aotian and asking him questions. They were very interested in Zhao Yuande.
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