“Huang Xiaolong get down here!” Yang Rong roared with rage after his transformation. He glared at Huang Xiaolong as he leaped into the air to punch him.

As dragon qi filled the air, a gale arose in the arena.

A frosty light flashed through Huang Xiaolong’s eyes when he saw the transformation. Draconian? Dragon Beast Holy Martial Art? I’ll turn you into a dead dragon!

Releasing an ear-shattering dragon roar, Huang Xiaolong activated all three complete dao saint godheads and slapped down with his massive claw.

Boom!

Yang Rong, who was soaring in the sky to beat Huang Xiaolong down, was sent back down onto the stage.

As the arena shook, Huang Xiaolong didn’t hesitate as he slapped down with his claws once again.

Without suspense, the arena rumbled as Yang Rong’s miserable...