"Boom!" A colossal flame storm, stretching over a thousand zhang in width, surged forth across the void in an instant, its scorching heat so intense that even at a great distance, it ignited roaring flames on the eastern dragon island. Some of the more vulnerable beings even felt their very blood boiling within them. "Heard this, both Xuanmo monks were taken aback, their hearts filled with disbelief. Such a devastating assault—should even a direct onslaught carry them off—would surely prove fatal. Yet here it was, coming from a young disciple in the late Star-Combat Saint stage! 'Indeed, no wonder he's a close friend of the Dragon Emperor. He's clearly no ordinary figure. With his support, the Dragon Emperor might just find things a little less daunting.' The senior monks of Donglong Island exchanged glances, and in each other's eyes, they saw a glimmer of joy. Amidst the constant stream of unfavorable news, this was surely one of the few uplifting developments." … In the void, Xiao Yan swiftly retreated. As he stepped back, a jade vial materialized in his hands, and he quickly swallowed the pills within. He then consecutively activated Huang Quan Tian Nu and the most formidable Five-Color Fire Lotus, greatly depleting his own energy. At the very climax, he coalesced his "Three Thousand Thunder Phantom Forms." Seizing the moment when the three Dragon Kings were overwhelmed by soul-shocking waves and lost their ability to sense their surroundings, Xiao Yan silently materialized behind them and detonated the Buddha's Fury Fire Lotus, fully engulfing the three Dragon Kings within the most devastating zone of the fire lotus's power. Through these successive maneuvers, even a true Three-Star Battle Saint of the highest caliber would inevitably suffer severe injuries if caught off guard. Xiao Yan is thoroughly familiar with the power of Huangqu Heaven's Fury and Buddha's Fury Lotus Bloom—one specifically targets the soul, the other possessing devastating destructive force. Together, their combined might is truly terrifying. The storm unleashed like a calamity from the void space, violently radiating intense heat and destructive shockwaves so powerful that even Xiao Yan dared not easily be struck by them. "Though Huangqu Heaven's Fury and Buddha's Fury Lotus Bloom are immensely potent, the physical strength of Tai Xu's ancient dragon is exceptionally formidable, and with these three opponents possessing such extraordinary prowess, it may still prove difficult to defeat them," Xiao Yan observed as he swiftly retreated, his eyes rapidly scanning the scene. "Roar!" And just as the thought flashed through Xiao Yan's mind, the immense flame storm far off suddenly shuddered violently, its rotational speed gradually slowing down. Then, a roar of furious killing intent erupted from within the storm. "Indeed, he's not dead!" Hearing this roar, Xiao Yan's heart sank slightly—he had hoped to one-shot three Three-Star Domain Saint-level warriors, and clearly, that had been an ambitious plan. "Boom!" Not long after the roar, a dragon claw stretching dozens of zhangs in size surged out forcefully from the storm. Then, three colossal dragons, each totaling several thousand zhangs in length, were forcibly pulled out of the flame storm. Their massive blood-red eyes, filled with intense resentment, fixed unwaveringly on Xiao Yan in the distance. These three colossal dragons, naturally, are the true forms of the Three Dragon Kings. Yet now, their appearances seem remarkably disheveled—blood flows like small streams over their vast dragon bodies, with dragon scales the size of a human being nearly bursting in half. Deep wounds, resembling ravines, cover their bodies, and faintly, the stark white bones within the wounds are visible. Clearly, though they have survived the fury of the Yellow Springs Heaven and the Buddha's Wrath Lotus, they have paid a heavy price. The three great dragons lie coiled in the ethereal space, radiating an intensely powerful dragon aura that seems to shake the very heavens and earth. Their venomous roars, like thunderclaps, reverberate loudly throughout the void, echoing far into the distance. Standing before these three colossal dragons, each stretching thousands of paces in length, Xiao Yan appeared no more than an insignificant ant. At this moment, his face muscles trembled involuntarily, and with a sudden flap of his back wings, he retreated sharply. The three Dragon Kings were now nearly frenzied—should he engage them directly, he would surely be in grave danger. Three immense beams of light directly sealed off all of Xiao Yan's escape routes. At the critical moment, his expression grew utterly serious. Four clusters of unusual flames erupted from his mouth and rapidly expanded, forming a colossal fire disc stretching over a hundred paces in diameter. A peculiar force gradually radiated out from within. This was precisely the unique combat technique Xiao Yan had mastered during his ascension to the rank of Battle Saint. As the giant fire disc took shape, the light beams surged like lightning and collided with it. "Boom!" "Following the previous beam of light, two more arrived swiftly, yet were all forcefully expelled. However, as the final beam was repelled, the flaming disk exploded with a loud 'thud,' and Xiao Yan spat out another lungful of blood, retreating several thousand feet... 'Boom! Boom!' The three beams, though sent back, struck the massive bodies of the three Dragon Kings with tremendous force, further worsening their already severe injuries. 'Kill him!' roared the voice, now wild and furious. Even the usually composed Northern Dragon King was incensed—having united their powers, they not only failed to swiftly defeat Xiao Yan but were instead left in such a disheveled state. With this, their reputations would surely suffer. 'If you wish to kill me, you'll have to break more than just a few bones!' Xiao Yan once again forced himself to steady, lifting his pale face, wiping the blood from his lips. In his dark eyes, a surge of madness now surged—driven by the three Dragon Kings, he had been pushed to the brink of death. With his eyes blazing with frenzy, he expelled the blood from his mouth, then once again manipulated his hand seals, causing a massive ethereal form to envelop his body once more. "Moo!" As the form materialized, Xiao Yan felt a wave of dizziness wash over his mind, yet he clenched his teeth tightly, pressing forward with his soul energy, unleashing Huang Quan Tian Nu! The terrifying soul shock surged once more, finally striking the three Dragon Kings with full force. At that instant, the vibrant crimson of their great eyes began to dim. The cumulative impact of two consecutive soul shocks had proven devastating to them. "Death!" The Northern Dragon King first withstood the wave of spiritual pressure, his massive form suddenly shifting, flashing like lightning into a human figure. In a single flicker, he appeared before Xiao Yan, his face grim, and delivered a powerful palm strike that landed squarely upon the latter's chest. "Pfft!" A large gush of blood erupted from Xiao Yan's mouth. Gazing at the Northern Dragon King, whose face was filled with resentment, Xiao Yan broke into a wild smile. He flipped his hand, and a four-colored lotus of fire materialized, then slammed it forcefully against the Northern Dragon King's body. "Explosion!" "Boom!" The fire lotus erupted again, hurling the Northern Dragon King thousands of feet into the air. Along the way, he spat out blood in a relentless, seemingly endless stream. He had never expected that while he was fierce, Xiao Yan was even more so—engaging him fist to fist, blow for blow! With his last strength, Xiao Yan unleashed a blazing lotus to propel the Northern Dragon King skyward. Inside him, his body had been shattered by the previous palm strike from the Northern Dragon King, with even his chest slightly collapsing. Had it not been for his exceptionally resilient ancient flesh, that single palm would have obliterated him completely. As Xiao Yan struggled to catch his breath, two figures surged forward with terrifying lethal intensity—the Southern and Western Dragon Kings. Both now had blazing red eyes, appearing wildly frenzied. Once mighty rulers of the three Dragon Kings, they were now being defeated so brutally by a mere junior—mere thought of it drove their sense of reason nearly to the brink of collapse. Gazing at the dragon's claw rapidly expanding within his pupils, Xiao Yan's body trembled violently under the threat of death. Amidst this trembling, his heart in the center of his chest suddenly began to beat rapidly—his unusual blood veins, hidden within, quietly flowed out and swiftly merged into the various blood vessels throughout his body. A flash of golden light reflected off Xiao Yan's stunned gaze, as he witnessed the Southern Dragon King's arm snap off at the very root—smooth as a mirror at the break. The shock quickly faded. Xiao Yan turned sharply and saw a graceful purple-haired figure stepping steadily through the void. In her hands, a long sword of liquid gold flowed gently, radiating a quiet, destructive force. At the same time, a cold voice, carrying an unusual weight and pressure, resonated throughout the space—“Touch him, and I shall have you eternally imprisoned in the Dragon's Realm!”