Chapter 2291 - 2283: Ravaging Huang Xiaolong?

Just as Yang Rong threw a punch, the dragon energy surged, forming into threads of silkworm-like dragon energy, covering the sky and earth, enveloping all the space surrounding Huang Xiaolong’s body, leaving him with nowhere to escape.

Boom!

Huang Xiaolong was hit by Yang Rong’s silkworm dragon energy and was sent flying, crashing into a corner of the battle platform.

Feng Tianyu’s eye twitched.

Jiang Tian, Jiang Wuji, Tan Hongyi, and the others all smiled.

"Great!" Dragon Transformation Saint Son Qu Jiangmeng clapped his hands and laughed, "Junior Brother Yang Rong’s Dragon Fist move was so cool, no one can beat that!"

Earlier, he had been knocked back by the Guardian following Huang Xiaolong, crashing into the doors of the Jiang Family Great Hall, leaving him utterly humiliated. Now, seeing Huang Xiaolong being knocked away by Yang Rong’s punch, he felt a great sense of satisfaction.

The four Holy Land Guardians, like Feng Tianyu, also had a worried look in their eyes. Actually, they had also advised Huang Xiaolong last night, but seeing his determined demeanor, they had let it go.

But now! Huang Xiaolong was sent flying by Yang Rong the moment he took to the platform, without any power to resist, clearly showing the vast difference in combat power between the two.

The four Guardians exchanged looks, already deciding that if Huang Xiaolong was truly defeated later, they would rescue him even if it meant breaking the platform rules, even if Jiang Tian and others tried to stop them.

Before leaving the Holy Sect Headquarters, Li Wen had repeatedly instructed the four to protect Huang Xiaolong at all costs, even if it meant their fall, even if the entire Zhuoyuan Saint Sect were destroyed.

At this time, on the battle platform, Yang Rong walked towards Huang Xiaolong, laughing, "Huang Xiaolong, didn’t you say last night that it would be more enjoyable to figure out a way to kill me? What? Become a coward now, can’t stand up? We said long ago that trash Saint Sons like you, who don’t hide at the Holy Sect Headquarters, dare to come out and embarrass themselves!"

Lying initially on the ground, Huang Xiaolong slowly stood up, only to see the fist-sized hole in his chest continuously healing and closing.

Seeing this, Yang Rong was not surprised, as he hadn’t thought he could take down Huang Xiaolong with just one punch.

Huang Xiaolong coldly looked at Yang Rong, activating the Seven-Colored Divine Dragon Saint Realm within him, suddenly causing the seven-colored dragon energy to soar into the sky, transforming into several seven-colored dragons.

"So it turns out to be the Seven-Colored Divine Dragon Saint Realm," seeing this, Tan Hongyi laughed from below the platform, "But only ranked 3,280th!"

Seeing that Huang Xiaolong’s Saint Realm was the Seven-Colored Divine Dragon Saint Realm, Jiang Tian, Jiang Wuji, and others were completely relieved. Although Huang Xiaolong’s Saint Realm was a bit higher than they estimated, it was still far inferior compared to Yang Rong’s Dragon Silkworm Saint Realm, ranked over 2,700.

Huang Xiaolong’s Saint Realm was already determined, and even if his Holy Veins or Holy Body were slightly higher, it wouldn’t make much of a difference.

Yang Rong also coldly smiled, "Huang Xiaolong, is this your Enlightenment Saint Realm? You probably don’t know my Enlightenment Saint Realm!" With that, he activated the Dragon Silkworm Saint Realm within him, and instantly, dragon energy soared into the sky, transforming into numerous dragon silkworms.

"Dragon Silkworm Saint Realm!"

Some family heads and Sect Masters watching the battle exclaimed.

Yang Rong’s face was full of pride as he looked at Huang Xiaolong, "That’s right, the Dragon Silkworm Saint Realm, ranked over 2,700! Huang Xiaolong, you thought you were ranked lower because I was at the bottom among the Saint Sons of the Dragon Transformation Sacred Land? You didn’t expect that mine is the Dragon Silkworm Saint Realm, much higher than yours!"

"How is it? Feeling regretful now? Desperate? Helpless?"

"Want to beg me? Beg me not to kill you?"

Yang Rong grew more and more delighted as he spoke, laughing heartily.

"But even if you beg me now, it’s too late; even if you beg, it’s useless!" Yang Rong laughed again, "The moment you took to the platform, you were destined to die!"

"Die by my torment!"

Yang Rong awakened the power of his Holy Veins once more, his entire body covered with layers of azure Dragon Scales.

"Azure Dragon Holy Veins!"

"Ranked over 2,800, Azure Dragon Holy Veins!"

Then, Yang Rong unleashed the power of his Holy Body.

"It’s the Demon Dragon Holy Body!" "Ranked even higher than the Azure Dragon Holy Veins!"

Yang Rong walked step by step towards Huang Xiaolong, his momentum completely suppressing him.

At this time, Qu Jiangmeng laughed from below the platform, "Junior Brother Yang Rong, don’t kill this trash too quickly; torment him on the platform so we can enjoy a good show!"

"Don’t worry, Brother Qu," Yang Rong laughed, "I guarantee to make this kid wish for death, no, wish for immortality!" Saying this, his body flashed as he launched another punch at Huang Xiaolong’s face, "Huang Xiaolong, I’ll destroy your face first; looking at your face annoys me!"

Yang Rong prided himself on his extraordinary handsomeness, but Huang Xiaolong was even more handsome, which made him extremely displeased.

Just as Yang Rong’s punch was about to land on Huang Xiaolong’s face, turning him into a pig-head, suddenly, an astonishing Dragon Power burst forth from Huang Xiaolong’s body. In the surprised eyes of Yang Rong and others, Huang Xiaolong transformed into an Ancient Blue Dragon.

Huang Xiaolong’s giant Dragon Claw met Yang Rong’s punch.

Boom!

Yang Rong felt intense pain in his right fist, his whole body trembled, and he flew back, landing with his right fist split open and bleeding, and he spat out fresh blood with a cry.

"What?!" Jiang Tian, Jiang Wuji, and others were stunned by this sudden change.

Feng Tianyu looked at the Ancient Blue Dragon on the platform and smiled.

"Dragon Clan?!" Some family heads and Sect Masters around were amazed and surprised.

After Jiang Wuji’s initial shock, his eyes narrowed, "Not Dragon Clan!"

"Not Dragon Clan?" Jiang Tian was startled; he, like the surrounding family heads, thought Huang Xiaolong belonged to the Ancient Dragon Clan.

But if not Dragon Clan, how could Huang Xiaolong transform into the Ancient Dragon Clan’s form? Huang Xiaolong’s Ancient Dragon Clan form clearly wasn’t gained through the cultivation of certain Dragon Clan Cultivation Techniques.

Jiang Wuji’s eyes flashed, "His body must have undergone a series of special mutations, allowing him to transform into the Ancient Dragon Clan’s form."

Tan Hongyi coldly smiled, "Even if he can transform into the Ancient Dragon Clan form, it means nothing. With Junior Brother Yang Rong’s strength, he can still suppress him! Junior Brother Yang Rong didn’t use the Holy Dao Skill earlier; it was his carelessness that led to being injured."

Qu Jiangmeng and others echoed.

At this time, Yang Rong flipped up from the platform, wiped the blood from his mouth, and looked at Huang Xiaolong with a sinister smile, "Good, I didn’t expect you trash to transform into an Ancient Dragon Clan. In that case, killing you becomes more enjoyable!"

His Dragon Power surged even more mightily than before, and Dragon Horns began to grow atop his head, Dragon Spurs sprouting from various parts of his hands and legs.

From afar, Yang Rong looked like a humanoid Dragon Beast.

"This is the Beast Dragon Great Method, a Holy Dao Skill from Dragon Transformation Sacred Land!" Fan Fan, the Sect Master of Fanhe Divine Sect, was astonished.

"That’s right, it’s the Beast Dragon Great Method! My Junior Brother Yang Rong has soaked in dragon blood day and night, cultivating this Beast Dragon Great Method for a hundred thousand years, reaching Small Success, and even though it’s only Small Success, it can double his strength when performed. It’s enough to kill this Huang Xiaolong!" Qu Jiangmeng laughed.