Supreme Lord of Towers

Whoosh!

In the high sky, the burly body of the Dragon Race warrior transformed into a silver lightning and charged rapidly at Ye Chen.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared above Ye Chen’s head, looking down with a posture of supreme superiority, as if staring at an ant that could be crushed at any moment.

”Hmph! Ignorant dog, do you think you are qualified to possess the Red Medicine Order? You’re not even aware of your own weight and worth. Die!”

In the next moment, a dazzling silver divine light erupted from the Dragon Race warrior’s body, coalescing into a giant dragon claw and clawing fiercely at Ye Chen.

The force of this strike was a full hundred billion Tiger Power.

Even Jiang Xuan would have to exert all his effort to block it.

”It’s over, Ye Chen is done for!”

”Sigh! The Red Medicine Order is something he was never able to keep safe, it only brings him deadly calamity.” The surrounding Human Race warriors shook their heads in lament.

”Petty tricks, daring to show off in front of me, truly overestimating your abilities.” Contrary to everyone’s expectations, Ye Chen showed no trace of fear; instead, a thick look of disdain flashed at the corner of his mouth.

Roar!

In the next moment, an extremely high and mighty dragon’s roar resonated from within Ye Chen.

Soon after, purple-gold Dragon Scales surfaced on his body, transforming him into a humanoid True Dragon.

Even his fists were encircled by a True Dragon Illusion, punching toward the silver dragon claw.

A loud bang echoed.

The two forces collided vigorously, causing the surrounding void to collapse and shatter.

With just one strike, numerous cracks appeared across the silver dragon claw, and it exploded in mid-air, vanishing without a trace.

”Impossible!” The Dragon Race warrior’s facial expression froze instantly, replaced by an overwhelming shock and disbelief.

He expected that Ye Chen was merely a Profound Pill Realm ant, someone he could crush easily with just one finger.

But to his surprise, the opponent’s power was terrifyingly strong, even dissolving his Killing Technique effortlessly.

How could he accept this?

”Die!” As the Dragon Race warrior was in shock, Ye Chen’s figure suddenly vanished.

When he reappeared, he was in front of the Dragon Race warrior, swinging his fist at him.

This strike seemed extremely simple, yet the power contained within was truly terrifying.

Even the Dragon Race warrior sensed a strong death threat, causing his hair to stand on end.

”No! Block it for me.” Facing the threat of death, the Dragon Race warrior instinctively unleashed his strongest power.

The next instant, his body rapidly expanded, transforming into a hundred-zhang long Silver Flood Dragon, sweeping his enormous body like a mountain at Ye Chen.

This was his true form, a member of the Silver Flood Dragon Race.

Only when facing a death threat would he reveal his true form.

Because this could exponentially increase his power.

Unfortunately, he encountered Ye Chen, fate destined no good end for him today.

With a loud splatter.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Chen’s fist collided with the huge body of the Silver Flood Dragon, directly blasting it apart, leaving only a head.

”No! I don’t want to die.” In the eyes of the Silver Flood Dragon, there was deep terror and despair.

If only he had known that Ye Chen’s strength was this formidable, even with ten times the courage, he would not dare provoke Ye Chen.

Sadly, it’s too late to regret now.

Bam!

In the next moment, his head was also blasted apart by Ye Chen’s punch, becoming a mist of blood, dead beyond any doubt.

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”Dead! The Silver Flood Dragon was killed by Ye Chen just like that, am I dreaming?” The surrounding Human Race warriors stiffened in place, as if struck by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, utterly unable to believe the scene before them.

”No! Impossible! How can that trash Ye Chen be this strong?” Jiang Xuan’s face turned paler than a dead man, as if he had eaten excrement.

He even began to completely doubt his own existence.

To know, the Silver Flood Dragon’s power had surpassed the threshold of a Nascent Soul Realm expert.

Even he could not defeat it.

Yet now, Ye Chen, whom he considered a waste, easily killed the Silver Flood Dragon.

How could he accept this?

”How is this possible? Isn’t that wretched fool’s cultivation only at the Peak of Profound Pill Realm? How has he suddenly broken through to the Golden Core Realm Seventh Layer!”

”What has happened in these six months he’s been with the Human King Hall?” The Ji Race warriors glared, their eyes bigger than bronze bells, looking like they’d seen a ghost.

Especially Ji Ming, whose face had turned completely ashen as if witnessing the most terrifying thing in the world.

Six months ago, Ye Chen’s cultivation was only at the Peak of Profound Pill Realm. Even if he had potential comparable to a Quasi-God descendant, he wasn’t that strong.

At that time, their Ji Race could dispatch any Peak of Golden Core Realm warrior to easily crush Ye Chen.

Yet unbelievably, in this short half a year, Ye Chen’s cultivation had reached the Golden Core Realm Seventh Layer, and he could easily kill that terrifying Silver Flood Dragon.

This is just as incredible as the ancient myths.

”Damn, what fortuitous encounter has that wretch had, to become so powerful? If he continues to grow, it surely spells endless trouble.” Ji Ming’s face contorted fiercely, appearing exceptionally sinister.

”Ji Ming, since you wish to avenge your sister, let me send you down to accompany her.” At this moment, Ye Chen’s icy voice suddenly rang near Ji Ming’s ear, like the call of the Death God.

”Oh no, Master Ji Ming, flee quickly.”

”We are no match for that wretch anymore.” The Ji Race warriors gasped, their expressions extremely horrified.

Ye Chen, having killed the Silver Flood Dragon, who was stronger than Jiang Xuan, could crush them with ease.

”Hmph! Today, none of you can escape; die for me.” Ye Chen’s eyes flashed with a terrifying killing intent, making souls tremble uncontrollably.

Whoosh!

The next instant, his body became a blur, charging at the Ji Race warriors.

Splatter, splatter.

Soon, the bodies of the Ji Race warriors exploded, becoming clouds of blood mist, without a chance to resist.

”Ye Chen, dare to kill me; my aunt will surely never forgive you.” Ji Ming’s eyes were full of fear, speaking to Ye Chen with fake bravado.