Supreme Battle King

"What a marvelous movement technique. Is this the legendary Fish Dragon Hundred Forms?"    

In the depths of Prehistoric Dragon Palace, the middle-aged man in blood-red clothes who was emitting an aura that surpassed Supreme Heavenly Master murmured. His eyes were filled with astonishment.    

"The Ancestral Dragon Seven Styles God is mysterious and incomparably powerful. It once shook the entire universe, especially this Fish Dragon Hundred Forms. Not only is it incomparably fast, it also has no trace of it. It's truly hard to defend against it."    

Next to the middle-aged man in blood-red clothes, a golden-haired old man was sitting upright. He was also releasing his powerful and vast Divine Sense to sense the battle between Chiang Zhan and the War Dragon Saint of the Eight Divisions.    

At this moment, the golden-haired old man suddenly stood up and spoke with a shocked expression.    

"This is indeed shocking and unimaginable. Father, if we take this opportunity... Let Ninth Sister go, we might be able to get the Ancestral Dragon Order back, or even the Ancestral Dragon Seven Styles." After a slight hesitation, the middle-aged man seemed to have been injected with stimulants. He was excited and excited, and his blood was boiling.    

As he spoke, he shifted his attention to the golden-haired old man.    

"What Yi-er said isn't unreasonable. However, we shouldn't act rashly for the time being. At the very least, we have to wait for the higher ups of the Dragon Clan to report this matter before we can come out and resolve this crisis."    

The golden-haired old man nodded his head when he heard this. He looked high-spirited and high-spirited, especially his pair of deep and vast eyes that were filled with astonishing colors.    

"The third move of Zhanlong's Ten Styles, Ascending Dragon Regret."    

War Dragon Saint of the eight tribes couldn't help but be shocked when he saw Chiang Zhan's powerful attack. This was because he saw Chiang Zhan rushing towards him like a lightning bolt. His speed was extremely fast. It was as fast as lightning, and Chiang Zhan's movement technique was extremely mysterious and unpredictable. Even though he had fought countless battles and had rich experience, he was still unable to lock onto him for a moment.    

Not only that, War Dragon Saint could also feel the silhouette of the eight divisions flashing, and then a strong dangerous aura came from behind him. At this moment, he didn't even have the time to look back, and he immediately used his trump card, Highdragon Regret.    

Without any warning, War Dragon Saint of the eight tribes leaned his body backwards and punched out with both fists. Instantly, the fist wind howled and wreaked havoc. The fist intent shook the mountains and rivers, and the peerless fist force was like a comet striking the moon. The iron mountain collided with each other, and it was powerful and overbearing, destroying everything in its path.    

Rumble!    

When the eight divisions' War Dragon Saint concentrated all of his strength and launched his strongest attack, Chiang Zhan had already appeared behind him. Moreover, he took the initiative to raise the Ancestral Dragon Order high and smashed it into the fists of the eight divisions' War Dragon Saint.    

At this moment, an earth-shattering explosion resounded. A rain of blood splashed and dyed the sky red.    

Everyone's eyes focused. They could clearly see that War Dragon Saint of the eight tribes was in danger. His reaction was extremely fast, especially when he used the High Dragon Regret. It was a powerful attack that could destroy mountains and destroy mountains. It was like a divine punishment.    

Unfortunately, it was of no use.    

Chiang Zhan waved the number one treasure of the Dragon Clan. The Ancestral Dragon Order was thrown out. War Dragon Saint's fists immediately exploded into powder, and his entire body was sent flying by the terrifying force.    

Swoosh!    

Like a kite with a broken string, the eight tribes' War Dragon Saint smashed through layers of space and time. He only stopped when he was hundreds of miles away. His fists were shattered. Blood was dripping from his body, and his hair was flying in the air. His face was pale. His eyes, nose, and mouth were bleeding, and he looked extremely pathetic.    

He had lost. He was the War God of Dragon Clan, the second ranked Heavenly Master Substitute List, a peerless expert who had once killed Supreme Heavenly Master. War Dragon Saint of the eight tribes had actually lost.    

Although it was true that they had seen and heard nothing, the experts of Dragon Clan felt like they had just woken up from a nightmare when they saw War Dragon Saint being defeated by the eight tribes.    

"The Ancestral Dragon Seven Styles is too terrifying. If this situation continues, I'm afraid that War Dragon Saint of the eight divisions will most likely die..."    

While feeling shocked, a few experts of Dragon Clan couldn't help but exclaim.    

Up until now, the defeat of War Dragon Saint from the eight groups had been decided. He might even be killed by Chiang Zhan at any time. This made all the experts of the Dragon Clan nervous.    

"Rising Dragon Clouds!"    

Another loud roar came out from Chiang Zhan's mouth. He casted the second skill of Ancestral Dragon Seven Styles. The Fish Dragon Hundred Forms used its mysterious and unpredictable movement technique to defeat the eight groups of War Dragon Saint. He had the upper hand, and victory was within his grasp. At this moment, he would naturally strike while the iron was hot. In one go, he would kill his opponent.    

When he heard that it was the mother of the eight divisions' War Dragon Saint, Chiang Zhan had long ago aroused his killing intent. His dazzling eyes sparkled with a blade-like light, and he stared fixedly at the eight divisions' War Dragon Saint. Then, his entire body suddenly soared into the sky.    

Like the rolling clouds and clouds, and also like a divine dragon soaring into the sky, Chiang Zhan once again launched his ultimate attack. He unleashed the fourth technique of the Ancestral Dragon Seven Styles, the Rising Dragon Cirrus.    

With the force of the wind and clouds, Chiang Zhan arrived in a flash. He held the Ancestral Dragon Order tightly with his left hand and threw it at his face. The Desolate Beast Arm in his right hand grabbed the air and grabbed at the air. It was like a sky-shattering blade that could destroy everything, and it was unstoppable.    

"Eight-section Stupa, Supreme Dragon Ball!"    

War Dragon Saint's pupils shrank when he saw Chiang Zhan's divine weapon descending from the sky. It looked like a ferocious beast, and it was filled with killing intent. He immediately let out a long roar and recalled the two Supreme Divine Artifacts that he had relied on to travel freely in the Heavens.    

The huge Eight-section Stupa was like an Ancient Divine Mountain, and it blocked the Ancestral Dragon Order with brute force. The Supreme Dragon Ball was like a shooting star that broke through the sky and crashed into Chiang Zhan's Desolate Beast Arm.    

Bang! Bang! Bang!    

The loud sound was like thunder, shocking the heavens.    

The four Supreme Divine Artifacts collided together. The wind and clouds shattered, and Yuan Qi collapsed. Everything in the world showed signs of being destroyed. The violent energy was like an erupting volcano, surging and wreaking havoc.    

Amidst the boiling energy, although Chiang Zhan was blocked by the Eight-section Stupa and the supreme dragon pearl, his conviction to kill the eight tribes' War Dragon Saint was as firm as a rock, unshakable.    

"Dragon - Blood - Profound - Yellow!"    

A bloodthirsty killing intent was revealed in his eyes. Chiang Zhan showed no signs and kicked out. This move seemed simple and ordinary, but it was actually powerful and unyielding. It was as if it could destroy anything, and nothing could stop it.    

A vast and mighty force was condensed on Chiang Zhan's leg. He suddenly sent out a kick, shaking the ground and destroying the mountains and rivers. It was as if he was going to crush the entire Dragon Realm and all the Dragon Clan.    

Bang!    

Like an iron hammer smashing on a diamond, a terrifying sound was heard. At this moment, War Dragon Saint of the eight divisions was kicked in the chest by Chiang Zhan. He was sent flying once again, and all the blood and flesh on his body exploded violently.    

He was sent flying by ___'s kick. It was an invincible kick.    

All the experts of Dragon Clan were stunned. Each and every one of them was like a dead fish that had been thrown onto the shore. They opened and closed their mouths, and their eyeballs almost flew out of their sockets.