Chapitre 1502: An Epic Clash

Long Tiankong stared down at the dozens of people as he felt the aura of their cultivation base.

Saint Soul 8th realm.

Saint Soul 6th realm.

Saint Transformation 3rd realm.

His eyes shifted to the man he called Yating.

Saint Transformation 6th realm.

None of them were his enemies.

He held his Noble Dragon spear and pointed it down at the man in front of him. Wood energy rushed through his meridians, making it into his spear. 

The Dragon Emperor wasn't even planning on using any skill of his own, but just the one that was in his spear. He also wasn't planning on using his Immortal Qi, just his normal Saint Qi.

Even so, the men and women on the ground felt nothing but dread. Death hung in the air, and at its center was the Dragon Emperor.

The world lost its color once again as the Dragon Emperor launched a single attack.