"Roar!"
The hundreds of millions of dragon race disciples roared angrily. For a moment, the dragon's roar shook the entire Primordial World.
Although the dragon race had already withdrawn from the primeval stage, they were still extremely powerful because they were rich in the four seas.
During the time when the three races were fighting for hegemony, the dragon race was the most powerful existence. The strength of their race was enough to contend with the phoenix and qilin races.
In the current four seas, there were countless dragon clan experts hidden.
"Dragon race children, follow me to flatten the Shaman race!”
The Dragon King roared, and the entire North Sea boiled.
This was the younger brother of the Ancestral Dragon, Patriarch Yinglong.
Ever since the Ancestral Dragon passed away, Yinglong had been in charge of the dragon race. He was an expert from the same era as Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
Countless dragon cultivators rode the waves and gathered like ants.
"Rumble!"
A huge wave shook the sky, and endless Gui water divine lightning bloomed in the void.
The dragon army arrived majestically and quickly arrived in front of the peerless array.
"Destroy the Sorcerer Tribe!"
The Dragon Tribe army roared in anger. There were many of them, even more than the Shamans here.
The Ancestor of Sorcery of Strength, along with the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery and many other Sorcerer Tribes, did not care at all. They continued to surround the array.
"Kill anyone who takes a step forward!"
Xing Tian, the Great Magus, looked around with disdain. He swung the divine axe in his hand and blocked thousands of enemies.
The Ancestor of Sorcery of Strength looked at the mighty Dragon Tribe. There was not the slightest fluctuation on his face.
"Ancestor of Strength, I advise you to leave as soon as possible. The opportunities in the North Sea are not something you can casually touch!”
Ying Long spoke. His tone was extremely domineering. He actually did not take the Ancestor of Sorcery seriously at all.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were stunned. No one had dared to speak to their elder brother like that in all these years.
"I want the opportunity in the North Sea. Who do you think you are?”
The Ancestor of Sorcery spoke indifferently, and he was equally powerful.
Patriarch Yinglong narrowed his eyes slightly as dangerous lights shot out in all directions.
"I'm giving you face. If you don't know when to retreat or when to retreat, I'll definitely turn your Shaman Tribe into ashes!”
Patriarch Yinglong said gloomily. His eyes were already filled with violent killing intent.
The dragon race had never been strong in the past, but now, a newborn race dared to clamor in front of him. This made Patriarch Yinglong extremely furious.
If not for his fear of the Sorcerer Tribe's providence, Patriarch Yinglong would have long taken action.
"If you don't get lost, I'll destroy your Northern Sea Dragon Palace!”
The Ancestor of Sorcery smiled disdainfully. The arrival of the Dragon Tribe army was obviously to snatch the opportunity. How could he possibly converse with them in a friendly manner?
When Patriarch Yinglong heard this, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and instantly erupted.
"Good, good, good. I have been in the Wilderness for countless years. You are the first one who dares to be so arrogant. Do you know who I am?”
Patriarch Yinglong roared repeatedly as the aura on his body rose rapidly.
"I don't care who you are. You're just a loach. If you don't like it, I'll just kill you!”
The Ancestor of Sorcery of Strength could not kill the Three Pure Ones, but killing a dragon was not a problem at all.
"Boom!"
Patriarch Yinglong's strength had risen to the limit. He was actually a middle-stage Quasi-Sage.
One had to know that the Ancestral Dragon back then was only at the early-stage Quasi-Sage realm. Now, the Yinglong was already at the middle-stage Quasi-Sage realm.
"Go to hell!"
Patriarch Yinglong did not hold back at all. He directly transformed into the true form of the yellow dragon. The huge divine dragon soared into the sky and pounced on the Ancestor of Strength.
Patriarch Yinglong was clearly very good at fighting. Therefore, he had gone all out the moment he appeared, pursuing a one-hit kill.
Grand Wizard Dijiang wanted to step forward, but he was stopped by the Grand Wizard of Strength.
"I'd like to see how much power the current Dragon Clan still has!”
The Ancestor of Sorcery made a move personally, and he instantly charged forward.
"Crazy bastard, you will definitely be buried in the North Sea today!”
Patriarch Yinglong charged forward. His entire body was enveloped in yellow light as the sound of thunder rang out endlessly.
"Rumble!"
Facing the frenzied Patriarch Yinglong, the Ancestor of Strength instantly activated the laws of power and circulated the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art at high speed.
Waves of Great Dao of Power erupted, and terrifying divine power filled his entire body.
"Splitting the sky with force!"
The Ancestor of Sorcery of Strength had previously comprehended the Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation. He had comprehended a divine power technique from the figure of the Great God Pangu, splitting open the sky with his strength.
A terrifying force burst out, tearing the sky above the North Sea apart.
The two Quasi-Sages collided instantly.
"Boom!"
A terrifying explosion sounded, and the surrounding spatial barrier completely shattered. Endless darkness rolled back into the Primordial World, as if it wanted to devour everything around it.
"Roar!"
A painful dragon roar sounded.
The Ancestor of Strength's attack directly shattered Patriarch Yinglong's dragon head!
A large number of dragon scales fell into the sea, and the dragon blood fell down like water.
"Ancestor!"
The dragons cried out in alarm. They had never expected that Patriarch Yinglong would not even be able to withstand a punch from the Ancestor of Strength.
The dignified Quasi-Sage Supreme had actually been blasted apart by the Ancestor of Sorcery's attack, and the dragon's head had turned into flesh and blood foam!
Those Dragon Tribe powerhouses were trembling in fear. Who would dare to go up and compete with the Ancestor of Sorcery?
However, the Ancestor of Sorcery was unmoved. This time, no one dared to compete with him for the opportunity of the Immortal Island. Therefore, he kept showing his strength to intimidate the experts in all directions.
In the North Sea, Dong Wang Gong saw that the Ancestor of Sorcery of Strength had killed a Quasi-Sage Supreme with a single punch. He instantly stopped his subordinates who were rushing over.
Donwang Gong was only a peak Perfected Golden Immortal. Could he withstand a punch from the Ancestor of Strength?
"Senior Brother, are we still going?"
The Matriarch of the West asked in a low voice. She was clearly shocked by the violent punch of the Ancestor of Strength.
"W-What for? Let's... Let's return to the Purple Mansion Continent first!”
Donghuang Wang knew that he was not a match for the Ancestor of Strength. Even if he brought so many subordinates, they would not be able to withstand a single punch from the Ancestor of Strength.
The millions of people turned around and fled.
Prince of the East did not even have the courage to fight the Ancestor of Sorcery.
"It's too terrifying. He killed a Quasi-Sage Paragon in one strike!”
Donghuang Wang still had a lingering fear. He had tried his best to fish in troubled waters just now, but now, he wished he could leave the North Sea as soon as possible.
At this moment, outside the immortal island, the dragon army instantly panicked. Their faces were filled with fear and despair.
Although Patriarch Yinglong was lucky enough to preserve his Essence Soul, he did not dare to fight the Ancestor of Strength anymore.
"Ancestor of Strength, I'm willing to die. Please show mercy and let us dragons go!”
Patriarch Yinglong was quite magnanimous. He knew that he had offended the Ancestor of Strength, but he actually wanted to die to atone for his sins.
The Ancestor of Sorcery looked at him and shook his head.
"Leave no one here alive!"
The Ancestor of Sorcery of Strength gave the order, and the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery led the Sorcerer Tribe's men to attack in an instant.
They were like ferocious tigers that had come out of the dam, unstoppable. Those dragons that had long lost their courage could not withstand a single blow, and they were killed until they wailed in pain.
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