"Thwip!" The long spear, shimmering in a deep amber hue, surged through the void like a roaring, wrathful dragon, carving a brilliant arc before crashing with tremendous force into the arm of a middle-aged man wearing a crown, whose form had transformed into a dragon's claw. The sheer power of the impact cracked numerous scales off the dragon's claw. As the graceful figure launched the spear into the air, another figure materialized like a ghost, closing in with astonishing speed and delivering a sharp, unyielding palm strike. "Ha ha, no wonder you have the Long Phoenix constitution—your strength has truly reached such a level!" Though this sudden assault proved futile, the man could not help but offer a commendation, smiling, "Ziyan, why continue to resist? Though you possess this rare Long Phoenix constitution, it's still not fully mature. To single-handedly face off against us three is quite an ambitious feat indeed." "Ziyan, the internal strife within the Gu Long clan has been devastating—why can't you simply yield a little, and avoid this turmoil altogether?" Among the three, there stood a man dressed in a dragon robe, whose face always carried a warm, smiling expression, making everyone feel as though they were enjoying a gentle breeze—extremely kind and approachable. Yet, only those who knew him well could recognize that this Northern Dragon King, in fact, was the most formidable of the three Dragon Kings. He was cunning and unyielding, often resorting to tactics that went against the grain. The proposal to unite with the Heavens' Phoenix Clan was, in fact, his own initiative. Ziyan glared at the Northern Dragon King with evident disdain. He had always been the kind of person who quietly cut you down—during the initial split of the Gu Long clan, the other two Dragon Kings had been lured and persuaded by him, ultimately leading to a division that severely weakened the Gu Long lineage. "You claim to be descendants of the Gu Long royal bloodline? If the Gu Long clan truly falls into your hands, then indeed, it will be truly over!" Zi Yan raised her brows slightly, a quiet intensity simmering beneath her calm expression, and coldly commanded. Upon hearing this, the Northern Dragon King smiled gently and said, "Since Miss Zi Yan remains stubborn, I shall have to seize you forcibly now. When you later witness the prosperity of our ancient Dragon Clan, you will surely understand that what I am doing at this very moment is nothing short of perfectly justified." "Both of you, act now—do not delay any further. Delay, and things will change." Hearing the Northern Dragon King's words, the Western and Southern Dragon Kings hesitated briefly before firmly nodding their agreement. "Do you really think that with your numbers and strength, you'll be afraid of us?" As the three of them prepared once again to unite and launch an attack, Zi Yan's expression darkened completely. With a swift movement, she stepped back, her magnificent phoenix wings—each stretching over a hundred paces—rapidly unfurling from behind her. The gentle fluttering of the wings sent out a powerful wave of force. "Then, let us begin!" "This scene caused the Northern Dragon King's brow to slightly furrow. With a sharp command, he surged forward first, followed closely by the Western and Southern Dragon Kings. "Yellow Springs Finger! Yellow Springs Palm!" As the three figures moved, a sudden roar echoed through the otherwise empty space, and then a massive finger and palm shot skyward, crashing directly toward them. "Who dares intervene in the ancient Dragon Clan's affairs?" The unexpected assault startled the three dragon kings. In response, they swept their sleeves, and a powerful gust of energy surged outwards, instantly shattering the Yellow Springs Finger and Palm. After the finger and palm were shattered, the three kings' cold gazes shifted, finally settling on the slender figure hovering nearby, whose pair of jade-and-crimson bone wings vibrated gently. "You're about to die, aren't you?" The Southern Dragon King's eyes hardened as he barked out. "Xiao Yan?" The Ziran, whose phoenix wings spanned a hundred zhang, was momentarily stunned by this sudden aid, shifting her gaze, her eyes flashing with delight—only for that joy to swiftly turn into concern as she exclaimed, "Xiao Yan, why have you come here? You're no match for them. Retreat now!" With her current strength, Ziran immediately perceived Xiao Yan's true level—a late-stage One-Star Stellar Saint. Though this progress was indeed remarkable, her opponents were the famed Three Dragon Kings of the Tai Xu Ancient Dragon Clan! "How long will it take?" Despite Ziran's urgent call, Xiao Yan paid no attention, instead calmly asking. He could sense that she was preparing to unleash a powerful finishing move, one requiring a considerable amount of time. Upon hearing this, Ziran paused, then lightly bit her silver teeth, whispering, "Ten minutes!" "It's up to me," Xiao Yan exhaled softly, speaking with quiet determination. "You... " Zi Yan furrowed her brows, gazing at the slightly slender figure. The Three Dragon Kings were all peak warriors on the continent—West and South Dragon Kings had reached the late phase of Three-Star Battle Saints, while the North Dragon King was even stronger, having nearly stepped into the realm of Four-Star Battle Saints. Together, they were a force that even her own initial strength at Four-Star Battle Saint level could not withstand, let alone a mere late-phase One-Star Battle Saint like Xiao Yan? "Overconfident!" The West Dragon King snorted. To others, a One-Star Battle Saint in late phase might be formidable, but before these three, he barely made a ripple. Xiao Yan remained expressionless, ignoring the scorn and murmurs from the others. He swiftly brought his hands together and rapidly formed a series of intricate hand seals, while the spiritual energy at the center of his forehead began to stir and surge. "Don't hesitate—launch your attacks together!" The Northern Dragon King's brows slightly furrowed. By nature cautious, he was unwilling to take any risks—even though his opponent was merely a one-star Battle Saint—he insisted that all three of them launch a full-force assault to defeat him before turning their attention to Zǐ Yán. Upon hearing this, the Western and Southern Dragon Kings rolled their eyes, clearly unimpressed by the Northern King's meticulous caution, though they said nothing further to dispute him at this moment. Instantly, the three of them surged forward simultaneously, unleashing sharp, decisive attacks directly at Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan was very clear about the vast gap between himself and the three Dragon Kings. If he faced them head-on, he simply wouldn't be able to last even five minutes in their hands. Thus, at this very moment, he unleashed the only Heaven-Rank advanced Combat Technique he had successfully mastered—the Yellow Springs Heavenly Fury! As the strange syllables emanated from the massive ethereal form, the entire realm seemed to fall utterly silent in an instant. Moments later, the faces of the three Dragon Kings began to shift, as they suddenly became aware of the overwhelming wave of terrifying sonic pressure bearing down upon them. "Soul-shattering impact! Take care!" The Northern Dragon King's face was heavy with seriousness. He never expected that Xiao Yan had employed a soul-shattering technique. Although the body of the Tai Xiu Ancient Dragon was incredibly strong, it was still that of a beast, and soul power had always been a weakness for beast warriors. Fortunately, on this continent, there were not many masters who excelled in refined soul attacks—though few, there were still some, such as the one before him, Xiao Yan. "Peng!" The soul impact came swiftly, vanishing just as quickly. At the very instant the sound waves penetrated their bodies, the three northern dragon kings emitted a deep, resonant thud. "Pfft!" Their rigid forms froze momentarily. The western and southern dragon kings' faces instantly turned pale as they spat out thick streams of blood. A sharp, sawing pain surged through their minds, compelling them to feel as though their heads were being torn apart. "Little scum! I'm going to rip you apart!" The northern king, though slightly better off, still had a wan complexion. His gaze, fixed on the distant Xiao Yan, was fierce and wrathful, brimming with murderous intent. At the very instant the voice resonated, the Northern Dragon King's eyes narrowed suddenly, as if sensing something, and swiftly turned around—only to find another Xiao Yan materializing a few meters behind them. At this moment, a fire lotus displaying five hues was slowly rotating gently in the hands of this "Xiao Yan."