All heavens, the destiny that begins with the path of martial arts

The Netherworld Dragon pressed hard on his breastplate. The remaining power of the Emperor Flame Hidden Dragon in his body was so overbearing and powerful that it almost crushed his life force completely.

"Something bad is happening again!"

He let out a low roar and used all his strength to suppress the violent aura in his body, which also caused him to not notice Xiangliu who had come in front of him.

Bang!

Xiangliu punched the side of Youyu Minglong's face, followed by an elbow strike to his abdomen, and finally an uppercut to his chin followed by a kick to his already damaged chest armor.

"tsk"

The Netherworld Dragon slid for a few meters before stopping, and behind it was the War Dragon Emperor.

The dragon scales of the dragon clan are hard, but that is also limited, not to mention that the Netherworld Dragon has spent thousands of years. The loss of time is also one of the reasons, and the power of Emperor Yan Canglong is also one of the reasons. Compared with others, his defense is very high, but he definitely cannot withstand high-intensity attacks.

Unless it's someone like Emperor Yan Canglong.

"Kill you!"

Xiangliu took the opportunity and took a step forward, rushing quickly towards the Netherworld Dragon.

The Netherworld Dragon frowned, glanced at the War Dragon King behind him, bent down to avoid the sweep of the halberd, suddenly reached out to grab the halberd and threw Xiangliu out with force. He also moved away from the three people and moved the battlefield elsewhere.

“He seems to be dying.”

Crazy Xing took two steps forward calmly, then sighed as he watched the Netherworld Dragon retreating step by step.

Anyone can see that the Netherworld Dragon is no match for Xiangliu now, especially since his own strength is restricted and his old injuries have not healed.

“He really protects you.”

Hu Shatian snorted lightly, and the rose-red color in the optical mirror dimmed a little.

Come to think of it, the person who once protected him like this has been killed by him himself.

The War Dragon Emperor said nothing, staring at the Netherworld Dragon that kept dodging with a slightly dazed look.

呲!

A large amount of sparks splashed from the Nether Dragon's body. The Nether Dragon retreated repeatedly, gasping for breath while holding his breastplate. His right arm, which was originally carried behind his back, hung limply at his side.

It's not that the Netherworld Dragon doesn't want to resist, but he can't resist now. All his strength is used to suppress the violent aura. Once it is used, the energy in his body will be disordered, leading to more serious consequences.

Just as the Netherworld Dragon was stunned, Xiangliu attacked again and punched the Netherworld Dragon again and again.

Driven by anger, Xiangliu used all his strength in every attack, and the scars on the Nether Prison Dragon's body became more and more.

Boom!

The Nether Dragon suffered a heavy blow to the head, and its body flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

The vision in the optical mirror flashed by an electric current and gradually became blurred. He wanted to raise his left hand, but he had no strength to do so and it finally fell down.

The Nether Dragon's optics gradually dimmed, and upon closer inspection, there were some cracks on his visor.

"Click"

The War Dragon Emperor clenched his scepter tightly, looking heavily at the Netherworld Dragon who was unable to get up. He subconsciously wanted to rush over to help him, but reason overcame his emotions and he did not act impulsively.

"You shouldn't touch her. If you touch her, you will die!"

Xiangliu gritted his teeth and growled, then walked towards the Netherworld Dragon with a halberd in his hand. He stood in front of him, looked down at the wounded Netherworld Dragon, and with a fierce look in his eyes, he stabbed down with the halberd without hesitation.

"you dare!"

The War Dragon Emperor could not help himself. The moment he saw the halberd falling, the dragon head on top of the scepter emitted a faint red light. When the War Dragon Emperor raised his hand to make a move, he saw the halberd had already stabbed down.

The War Dragon Emperor's optical mirror suddenly shrank, and the ground shook with large amounts of dust flying.

"not good!"

Xiangliu was not happy, because the feeling of the stab told him that he did not stab, he dodged!

Before I could react, a chill instantly crept up my spine, and the biting coldness shot up from the soles of my feet to my roof of my head.

It's like prey being targeted by a hunter.

"You underestimate the dragon race too much."

A cold and hoarse voice sounded from behind, and Xiangliu's breathing stopped for a moment. He glanced over and saw a dark and red figure sticking to him.

Xiangliu cursed inwardly, moved his hands, and when he realized that he was able to move, he turned around and swung out the halberd without hesitation.

The halberd missed again, and the figure of the Nether Dragon had disappeared long ago. Xiangliu kept looking around, and suddenly a strong wind came from his back. He immediately stomped on the ground and bent down to avoid it. The black claws passed in front of him, and if he was a step later, the claws would have fallen on him.

The Netherworld Dragon's eyes were cold, and he scratched Xiangliu's visor with his backhand claw, leaving several deep claw marks.

The scar crossed the optical lens, and Xiangliu's vision blurred instantly, with a flash of electricity and sparks in front of his eyes.

Without giving Xiangliu a chance to breathe, the Netherworld Dragon grabbed Xiangliu's arm with one hand. With a slight force, he could clearly hear the sound of the arm armor cracking. Then he threw Xiangliu into the air with great force.

He bent his legs slightly and jumped into the air. The crystal on his right arm glowed, and a faint blue color wrapped around his arm. He punched Xiangliu back to the ground.

The Netherworld Dragon slowly descended from the sky and looked indifferently at Xiangliu lying on the ground.

A tiny electric current flowed through the Netherworld Dragon's body, and the Netherworld Dragon had to take a breath.

He heard footsteps behind him and turned his head slightly to see that the War Dragon Emperor was standing behind him.

"What is your purpose in doing this?"

The War Dragon Emperor never believed that the Netherworld Dragon repeatedly helped him purely out of kindness, and he would never believe that there was no other purpose.

"I can't just sit there and watch my juniors being bullied and do nothing."

The Netherworld Dragon turned his head away and didn't look at the Dragon King. Even if they were from the Sky Dragon Clan, so what? They were all members of the Dragon Clan.

"..."

The War Dragon Emperor did not say anything else. He looked at the back of the Netherworld Dragon and fell into deep thought. He was really different from the Emperor Yan Canglong.

"If you insist on saying what my purpose is"

The Netherworld Dragon spoke again, and the War Dragon Emperor was interrupted and looked over.

"I have only one goal, I hope you all stay alive... You are the future of the dragon race..."

The War Dragon Emperor could not see the mask of the Netherworld Dragon, nor did he know what expression he had at the moment. He only knew that something in his heart seemed to be beating, as if something was about to awaken.

"Why!"

Xiangliu roared angrily, he staggered to his feet from the ground, and looked at the Netherworld Dragon with trembling body.

"Why aren't you dead yet?!"

Xiangliu had already gone mad out of hatred for the Tianlong Clan, and now seeing that the person who once saved him was still standing on the side of his enemy...or perhaps it shouldn't be said that way, because he was also originally from the Dragon Clan.

"die?"

The Netherworld Dragon seemed to have heard a joke. He chuckled with his hands covering his mask, then raised his head and laughed out loud.

"I will die!"

The Netherworld Dragon laughed, and his laugh was very arrogant.

"I will die in his hands"

The Netherworld Dragon pointed at the War Dragon Emperor, who was stunned, not understanding why he said that.

"You will die in his hands too!"

Then he pointed to the location of a cliff in the distance, which was the direction of the Demonic Flame, but they all knew that the "he" mentioned by the Netherworld Dragon was the Emperor Flame Hidden Dragon.

"But I will never die at the hands of ants like you!!"

"The only ones who can kill the dragons are the dragons!!"

The Netherworld Dragon laughed loudly, scornfully, and mockingly.

This is their pride, the pride of the dragon clan. They would rather commit suicide and let their fighting energy dissipate in the world than let others kill them.

Except as bright as stars!

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Bright as a star...

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