NOVPUBA powerful force exploded, accompanied by the bursting of scales and flesh, revealing the stern white bones underneath.
Ao Nan was also sent flying backward, slamming heavily into the protective railing of the Combat Stage.
With a "bang," the crowd watched with their hearts racing.
"This," a few of the Saint Heirs from Imperial Rule Immortal Sect frowned slightly.
They were aware of Ao Nan’s strength, yet now he seemed incapable of taking even a single blow.
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Ao Nan wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly stood up.
"You’re asking for death," he said, looking at Xu Zimei with an icy gaze.
His purple robe fluttered in the wind, and from within his body, a strong and imposing aura burst forth.
Within it, there was a faint Dragon’s Suppression coming towards him.
"Is that all you have?" Xu Zimei chuckled lightly.
With a "clang," Tyrant Shadow unsheathed itself from behind him.
Xu Zimei straightforwardly used the Way of Inquiry technique, killing forward with a lofty Blade Intent.
Meanwhile, a "crack crack" sound came from Ao Nan.
The surface of his body began to be covered with layers of purple Dragon Scales.
These Dragon Scales, like War Armor, covered him from head to toe.
At this moment, Ao Nan, although not a True Dragon, was definitely dragon-like, possessing the might of a dragon.
Watching the oncoming Tyrant Shadow, Ao Nan raised both hands, actually intending to withstand the strike with his body.
On the surface of the Dragon Scales, purple Thunderbolt "crackled" explosively.
With a "boom," both Blade Intent and Thunderbolt spread out at the same time.
A surge of Jing Qi flowed forth from Tyrant Shadow.
"I am of the Divine Dragon’s body, how could you compete," Ao Nan snorted coldly.
"Thunder Seal Reaver."
No sooner had his words ended than the Thunderbolt around him began to condense.
The Thunderbolt surged wildly.
A totem resembling a tadpole emerged mid-air.
Then, from within that mark, endless Thunderbolt scattered down, turning into a Thunderstorm, mountains, and rivers.
With a crushing manner, it slashed towards Xu Zimei.
Xu Zimei raised his hand, and Tyrant Shadow stirred the endless winds and clouds, slashing towards that mark.
In an instant, the Thunderbolt within the mark coalesced into a stream of Thunder, confronting Tyrant Shadow.
Ao Nan took the opportunity to pull back his position, slightly bent his body, and crossed his arms in front of his head.
On his forehead, another identical Thunder Seal formed.
"Devouring Heaven and Earth."
His eyes suddenly opened wide, and in the next moment, he transformed into a streak of light, merging into the previously formed Thunder Seal.
For a moment, the might of the entire Thunder Seal surged violently,
...…
The crowd below, witnessing this scene, some had subconsciously retreated a few steps from the Combat Stage.
Afraid to be hurt by the aftershock, they could also fully feel the power contained within the Thunder Seal.
"Ao Nan, this guy, starts with real moves right off the bat; it looks like he’s under a lot of pressure."
"This Thunder Seal seems to be created by the Ancient Dragon Great Emperor himself, quite a formidable power."
"Thunder itself is the ultimate yang and ultimate firmness; let’s see how the other side deals with it."
Amidst these discussions from the people on the stage.
However, in the next moment, everyone gasped, their eyes widening in shock.
On the Combat Stage, Xu Zimei made no defense or evasion.
He withstood the Thunderbolt directly and forcefully.
With the Thunder Seal suspended high in the air, endless Thunderbolt fell and struck Xu Zimei’s body.
Not only did it fail to destroy his body, but Xu Zimei even appeared composed, not even furrowing his brow.
As if he could not feel this pain at all.
"This guy," the girl in the white dress murmured softly.
"Seems a bit disdainful."
"I thought he was much stronger," Xu Zimei shook her head in disappointment.
Tyrant Shadow raised his hand high above his head, and an endless gathering of Blade Intent and momentum surged, as he directly cleaved through the Annihilation Void.
Half the Firmament was annihilated under the blade.
Naturally, this included the floating Thunder Seal as well.
The next moment, a "boom" explosion was heard, and the Firmament where the Thunder Seal had been collapsed completely.
A scream rang out.
Ao Nan’s figure was sent flying out from the center of the explosion.
Everyone looked at each other with puzzled expressions, not knowing what to say.
At this moment, Ao Nan was in a dire state, with Dragon Scales shattered and not a single piece of intact flesh on his body.
"So this is all the Saint Heir from the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect amounts to," Zimo commented.
Ao Nan’s eyelids raised slightly, this time unusually refraining from making a fierce retort to Zimo.
He looked down at his seriously injured body, his expression remarkably calm.
A very unique kind of Spiritual Energy was gathering around him.
Xu Zimei frowned slightly.
This Spiritual Energy was different from any he had encountered before.
It carried a strong aura of beastly might, as if it were not Spiritual Energy but genuine Demonic Qi.
"It is said that Ao Nan inherited the legacy of the Canaan Great Emperor, and it now seems to be true."
"Mhm, this Demonic Qi is a unique beastly Spiritual Energy that only Canaan Great Emperor possessed, and it’s not something ordinary people can cultivate."
Some of those below who knew the inside story were discussing this with keen interest.
Zimo looked up to see Ao Nan’s entire body beginning to transform.
The Dragon Scales on his body started changing; the originally purple, large scales gradually became smaller and more solid.
Then Ao Nan’s legs merged into a tail.
His body continued to transform.
Black and white lights soared from his body into the sky, dyeing the entire Firmament in black and white, splitting it in two.
"Is this a python?" Zimo watched the transformation unfold, speaking with a hint of surprise.
He had assumed that his opponent would turn into a dragon, given that the Dragon Clan was one of the oldest and most powerful of the Monster Race.
The dragon form would be many times stronger than that of a python.
The entire Firmament changed color, and Ao Nan’s metamorphosis continued.
As his body transformed, his head also began to change.
A very oppressive low roar was heard.
It was not a sound one would associate with a human.
With each subsequent roar, growing louder and more frequent,
Zimo immediately felt an immense pressure, and a foul storm of blood and wind hit him head-on.
The rich scent of blood pervaded the surroundings.
"What is this thing?" some of the onlooking students asked in amazement as they watched the transformation on the Combat Stage.
At this moment, Ao Nan had disappeared, replaced by a giant, hundred-meter long Two-Headed Python, its scales a mixture of black and white, crisscrossing intricately.
The scales looked layered and extremely dense and hard.
What drew the most attention were its two heads.
One resembled a prehistoric beast, fearsome and brutal.
The other seemed particularly sinister, with many smaller snakes coiling around its head like hair, so densely packed that it was almost unsettling to look at.
"The Seven-Colored Heavenly Devouring Python and the Jiuyou Underworld Nether Earth Python."
Zhang Chunyang spoke with a serious look in his eyes.
"So this is the Extreme Technique of the Canaan Great Emperor of the past."
The people below were themselves with hearts skipping beats, feeling creeped out just by being stared at by those two snaky heads.
