"Even an idiot like you would know it, how could I not?
If you want to see my martial techniques, then as you wish!"
Wei Fan suddenly lifted his head, a surge of fierce and ominous aura erupted from his body. At the same time, a web of Dao Patterns emerged, intertwining with this fierce aura, transforming into a Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon.
"Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon, you actually dared to kill the descendants of the Jiao Emperor just to cultivate the Nine Dragons Nine Elephants Skill!" Wei Fan's audacity left Wang Tai utterly shocked; this was far more severe than merely slaying a Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon.
He understood that it wasn't that Wei Fan lacked martial techniques, rather his martial techniques were terrifying.
Rumors in the Jianghu suggested Wei Fan had just slain a Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon merely two or three days ago, yet he had already refined it and mastered the Nine Dragons Nine Elephants Skill at such an astonishing speed.
