The broadsword, enhanced by the Dragon Soul Blessing, suddenly emitted an even more dazzling Golden Light, with the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon on the blade seeming to come alive, slowly moving across the blade's surface.
Ji Wencong let out a long cry, slashing down the sword with increased ferocity and sharpness, shaking off the Dragon Claw of the Ancient Dragon Race once again, even leaving a deep wound visible to the bone in its steel-like palm.
The Ancient Dragon Race roared continuously, its Golden Dragon Eyes brimming with rage and solemnity.
Though its flesh was strong and its scales as hard as iron, it struggled to withstand the joint attacks of the three Ji Family Elders.
As time for an incense stick to burn elapsed, the body of the Ancient Dragon Race was already covered with more than a dozen wounds of varying depth, dark golden Dragon Blood flowing continuously along the edges of its scales, pooling into a small dark puddle on the ground.
