His blood carried the aura of the Dragon Clan.
Pale silver dragon scales gradually appeared, spreading across his entire body. Pale silver dragon horns sprouted from his head, exuding a draconic might.
The two great powers clashed.
Finally, a crack appeared in Duan Ya's look of absolute certainty. His body was forced down, his feet sinking into the earth.
The red light could not withstand Yin Zhan's power and shattered in an instant.
Yin Zhan's Broken Blade swung down with the momentum.
Duan Ya's eyes widened. A bloody gash appeared on his head, and he fell to the ground with a THUD.
Duan Ya's blood gradually spread outwards, following the lines of the red, glowing pattern.
On the verge of death and filled with unwillingness, he coughed up a mouthful of blood and rasped,
"You're just a crippled dragon. How could I lose to you?!"
His last words were a furious roar.
He collapsed to the ground.
Yin Zhan said nothing, withdrawing his Broken Blade.
