Terrifying!
The distorted void began to shatter and turn to dust.
It exposed that hideous void vulnerability.
"Aww~~~"
The Primordial Dragon was struck hard, its massive body stiffened abruptly, and finally fell straight to the ground.
It looked as if it had been roasted, and it also emitted a rich and delicious aroma.
That's terrifying!
Everyone was utterly shocked, breaking out in a cold sweat, as if they were witnessing the end of the world. Bai Di was especially terrified; if she had continued fighting Yang Feng or chasing after him, it would have meant her death.
"This power seems to have surpassed the power of the Dragon Transformation Realm, and even far exceeded it." The White Emperor was extremely fortunate at this moment, thankful that he had not fought against such a person.
Otherwise, given the man in red's various methods, she would have died a thousand times over.
Even if she possesses the legendary semi-divine artifact, it will likely be destroyed.
"Boom!"
The space we are in now is beginning to distort.
The gate of the formation was blasted open by the powerful shock.
But this Primordial Flood Dragon is only a half-step Tribulation Transcending cultivator, how could it withstand power comparable to the Shattered Realm?
If it weren't for the fact that this Primordial Flood Dragon's physical body was relatively tough, it would have already been torn to pieces.
"This makes things much easier." Yang Feng suppressed his excitement and instantly appeared on the corpse of the Primordial Flood Dragon. He raised his hand, opened the dragon's abdomen, and took out the bloody dragon pearl.
These are not real dragon balls; they are just slightly shaped.
But it's enough to nourish the Chaos Pearl.
Yang Feng sat down cross-legged and swallowed the disgusting dragon pearl into his body in one gulp. The Chaos Pearl spun and began to refine it frantically.
“Every part of this Primordial Flood Dragon is a treasure. For example, its horns can be forged into top-tier weapons, its scales can be made into armor and knives, its blood can be used to refine the body, and its flesh can be used as nourishment for martial artists to make their internal energy more profound!”
At this moment, an old man at the eighth level of the Heavenly Realm opened his eyes, and his injuries had mostly healed.
Upon hearing this, all the top experts at the Heavenly Rank felt a surge of greed, but when they saw Yang Feng sitting next to the Primordial Flood Dragon, they hesitated.
"Heh, what a bunch of cowards who fear death. This man must have been exhausted from fighting the Primordial Flood Dragon!" The old man laughed coldly, his gaze sweeping mockingly over the group of Heavenly Realm experts.
"How dare you be so insolent?!"
The White Emperor's aura suddenly erupted, enveloping him, and he said, "If it weren't for him, we would all have perished long ago. Now you still want to seize someone else's treasure, and as the leader of White Emperor City, I will not allow it!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the surrounding experts were stunned. The scene was extremely quiet, and all eyes were focused on the woman with the pink veil on her face.
"You...you are the White Emperor?"
The old man was slightly surprised, but in an instant, his face turned gloomy. He said, "This era can be said to be the worst era. We have nothing and rely entirely on our own hard work to cultivate. Those treasures can help us break through faster, so... even if the Spirit Lord of the Holy Temple comes, I will fight with all my might!"
"Yes, only by obtaining these treasures and cultivating ourselves can we possibly contend with the power of the entire Holy Temple!"
"I feel the same way. Today we are going to take away the corpse of this Primordial Flood Dragon, and no one can stop us. If you insist on stopping us, don't blame us for being ruthless!"
Everyone stood up and spoke out righteously.
"You're clearly using moral blackmail; this was originally someone else's spoils of war," Bai Di said indignantly, her eyebrows furrowed.
"Good! Don't be envious when the time comes." The Heavenly Rank elder sneered repeatedly, focusing his gaze on the corpse of the Primordial Flood Dragon, his eyes gleaming with green light.
Immediately afterwards, his body rushed forward like a cannonball, his fist transforming into an eagle claw, fiercely grabbing towards Yang Feng's crown.
As he was about to succeed, the old man's smile grew even wider.
"The most righteous are often the lowly butchers, while the most ungrateful are often the scholars."
Yang Feng's voice suddenly rang out, startling the old man, who abruptly stopped what he was doing.
Suddenly, it opened a pair of deep eyes, and two beams of flame shot out, instantly wrapping the old man up.
Sharp eyes!
In an instant, the old man was burned to ashes.
A top-tier expert at the Heavenly Rank has fallen.
"boom!"
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surrounding Yang Feng surged violently, rushing wildly into his body.
Breakthrough! Ninth level of the Heavenly Realm!
Then, Yang Feng closed his eyes and continued to refine the dragon ball, which was filled with enormous energy within his body.
This is an energy bead with immense power accumulated over millennia, but it is hundreds or even thousands of times weaker than the bead within Chaos's body.
Yang Feng has been unable to fully develop the power of the Chaos Pearl to this day.
Just like the oceans on Earth, which can never be fully explored.
"Red-clad man, I never imagined you possessed such skill, managing to kill the guardian beast of my True Martial Sect."