The Dragon Clan spectators watching the battle couldn't help but inhale sharply at this sight.
Tang Yanxuan's family had always been known for their defensive power, regarded as the bulwark of the Dragon Clan. Such powerful defenses, yet they were blown away by the opponent's strike in a single encounter. How overwhelmingly powerful must the attack have been?
Now, Tang Yanxuan's hand gripping the war hammers was trembling. His body rebounded back, and the glow flared again, but his complexion was visibly paler.
Lan Xuanyu didn't pursue, his dragonlance pointing diagonally at the ground, the long lance shaft resting behind him as he stepped toward his opponent.
With each step he took, the dragon roar became louder and clearer, and the golden shadow on his back became more solid. Just like that day when he faced that coward, his aura began to surge violently.
