Published: February 26, 2025
Hearing this, Commander Fang Sheng did not say anything further to Tan Yun. He announced, “Now I declare, the battle between Jing Yun and Bo Long officially begins!”
As soon as the words fell, Bo Long on the high platform pointed a finger at Tan Yun and said harshly, “Let me tell you, I am the five-star divine general, you are unworthy!”
At this moment, Bo Xu clenched his fists and shouted, “Dear Brother Jing, you must win!”
“As long as you win, you will be remembered through the ages!”
A slight smile appeared on Tan Yun's lips as he looked back at Bo Xu, “Don’t worry, I will win.”
“Arrogant!” Bo Long sneered from the high platform, and with a flash of dark light from the Divine Ring on his finger, a completely black long spear appeared in his hand.
The spear in Bo Long's hand was curved like a dragon, clearly extraordinary!
“Hm, this is…” Tan Yun stared at the black divine spear in Bo Long's hand, feeling a familiar aura emanating from it.
At that moment, Tan Yun suddenly remembered the angry and sorrowful voice of Mo'er, “Master, the divine spear in Bo Long's hand is made from the bones of my Twelve-Clawed Demonic Dragon Clan!”
Hearing this, Tan Yun's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was burning with rage.
However, what Bo Long said next added fuel to the fire, reaching the peak of Tan Yun's anger!
Bo Long, noticing Tan Yun staring at the spear in his hand, mocked through voice transmission, “Country bumpkin, have you never seen such a divine spear in my hand?”
“I’ll tell you, three years ago, my father personally caught a Twelve-Clawed Demonic Dragon and then flayed it, using the hardest bone from its back to forge this ancient attribute divine spear!”
“Today, if you die beneath this spear, it will be considered your fortune!”
“Now you can go and die!”
Hearing this, Tan Yun restrained his anger and thought, “If General Bo Lei caught a Twelve-Clawed Demonic Dragon three years ago, then he might know the whereabouts of the Demonic Dragon Clan!”
“When I become powerful, I will find a way to locate the Demonic Dragon Clan!”
While Tan Yun was lost in thought, Bo Long's expression suddenly became serious as he shouted, “Ancient Dragon God Technique!”
“Buzz—”
Instantly, Bo Long’s hair flew as the vast ancient celestial god's power surged from his body. As he performed this technique, his aura climbed steadily!
Soon, he broke through to the sixth rank celestial god… seventh rank celestial god, eighth rank celestial god… and only stopped at the ninth rank celestial god!
He looked down on Tan Yun, his tone domineering, “Kid, even three first-class half-saints are no match for me. What are you to challenge me!”
If Bo Long knew that even a second-class half-saint would not stand a chance against Tan Yun, he would certainly find it laughable to say such things to Tan Yun!
“Jing Yun, I don’t even need to lift a finger to defeat you!” Bo Long paused for a moment, then suddenly threw the divine spear into the sky, shouting, “Transform!”
“Boom!”
Suddenly, the void shattered, creating a shocking scene for the many divine soldiers!
That originally half-zhang long spear crazily expanded from above the high platform, transforming into a massive one hundred thousand zhang, becoming the complete spine of a Twelve-Clawed Demonic Dragon!
“Roar!”
Next, with a familiar dragon roar that resonated with Tan Yun, the surface of the one hundred thousand zhang dragon spine revealed the phantom of a demonic dragon!
Tan Yun understood that this phantom meant that someone's dragon soul had been refined into the spear, greatly enhancing its power!
“Swish!”
Bo Long laughed sinisterly, soaring into the sky, hovering at over a hundred thousand zhang, looking down at Tan Yun, and bellowed, “Suppress him!”
“Boom!” With a loud crash, the one hundred thousand zhang dragon bone, carrying a powerful aura, violently crashed down towards Tan Yun!
The speed was astonishing!
However, what happened next stirred waves of shock in the hearts of all the divine soldiers present!