Supreme Dragon System

Zhan Tianming made up his mind and rushed towards Xiang Haotian without hesitation.    

His body was like a missile with flames of anger.    

"Xiang Haotian, die!"    

Zhan Tianming was furious!    

Furthermore, he was furious. If he didn't vent the anger in his chest, he felt that his body would explode.    

Every pore on his body was filled with a monstrous fury.    

Looking at Zhan Tianming who was rushing towards him, Xiang Haotian's facial expression remained unchanged.    

"Humph! A mere six star Martial Expert wants to defeat me?"    

"I'll let you have a taste of my family's ultimate skill!"    

Xiang Haotian had already prepared himself to perform well. After all, this was the only way to gain Zhang Tusheng's favor. The more Zhang Tusheng thought highly of him, the higher the possibility of him becoming a core disciple.    

Not everyone could become a core disciple of Seven Peaks Sect.    

Swoosh! Swoosh!    

Xiang Haotian placed his hands on his chest and unleashed the Stamp.    

Every movement he made brought out a strange Quintessential Essence Fluctuations in the air.    

That movement was extremely fast.    

Countless golden rune were born in the void.    

Those rune kept converging on Xiang Haotian's palm. In the blink of an eye, it made Xiang Haotian's palm print shine with thousands of golden lights. It was incomparably dazzling, as if he was holding a shrunken sun that was tens of thousands of times smaller in his hand.    

That dazzling golden light almost covered him.    

"Profound Light Sky Breaking Seal!"    

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz...    

As Xiang Haotian thrust his palm forward, the dazzling ten thousand golden lights suddenly shrunk and merged into a ball.    

After that, a strange sigil blasted towards Zhan Tianming who was about to reach him.    

Zhan Tianming had also raised his left palm.    

A mighty Fire Dragon Shadow spun around his left arm. The dragon head suddenly raised its head, and its lifelike dragon eyes seemed to have a mind of its own. It opened its mouth and shot out a shocking Dragon Roar.    

"Roar!"    

"Proud Dragon Repents!"    

"Dingdong! Triggering double the power! Triggered Strangulation Effect!"    

Rumble...    

Rumble...    

Zhan Tianming's left palm carried a powerful force as it collided with the strange golden seal.    

A violent wind howled as the powerful qi flew in all directions.    

The golden seal, which had grown to a size of three meters, constantly emitted a dazzling golden light. The dragon shadow on Zhan Tianming's left palm also continuously erupted with red flames.    

For a moment, the golden light and the flames continuously shot out in all directions. The strong wind caused his clothes to flutter in the wind.    

The Ring Eight instantly attracted countless eyes.    

"Look! Quickly! The light from the Ring Eight is so strong! There must be an intense battle! "    

"F * ck! This golden light is so dazzling!"    

"Damn it! We are too far away from such an exciting battle. We can't even see it clearly. What a pity."    

"Alright! Wonderful!"    

"Hahaha... Who said that our Ring Eight doesn't have anything interesting to watch? Now, open your eyes wide and take a good look. Is this battle exciting or not? Compared to those who admitted defeat after meeting a strong opponent, it was many times more exciting. Haha..."    

Some of Martial Cultivator even involuntarily clenched his fists.    

Those pairs of eyes were all staring intently at the arena.    

They also became nervous.    

Who would win?    

Was it Xiang Haotian or Zhan Tianming?    

Was it a draw or a draw?    

No one knew.    

The eyes of those nearby Martial Cultivator were all fixed on the arena, waiting for the result to be revealed.    

On the arena, the violent powerful qi kept flying.    

Golden light and flames kept spilling out.    

The wild wind that blew over the stage even made Martial Cultivator unable to look directly at the stage. He had to squint his eyes. After all, other than the fierce wind, the golden light was also extremely dazzling, making people unable to look directly at it.    

However, those stronger Martial Cultivator continued to stare at the arena.    

His eyes were unblinking.    

Feng Wushuang wiped the sweat off Zhan Tianming's forehead.    

"Do your best!"    

"Zhan Tianming, if you lose, I will definitely spank your butt."    

Feng Wushuang clenched her fist tightly.    

Her palms were already sweating.    

However, she did not care about this at all. She just focused all of her attention on the ring.    

The referee on the viewing platform, Zhang Tusheng, narrowed his eyes slightly. He was also looking at the Ring Eight.    

"Hmph!"    

"Kid with the surname Zhan, you really do have the strength to kill a Martial Spirit warrior. Looks like you really killed Tu Han."    

Kacha kacha...    

Zhang Tusheng slightly clenched his fist.    

The killing intent in his heart became even stronger.    

In order to verify the last trace of doubt in his heart, Zhang Tusheng didn't hesitate to promise Xiang Haotian a great deal of benefits. And the result of this test didn't disappoint him. As for the result of the competition, was it Xiang Haotian's death or Zhan Tianming's? He didn't care at all.    

If Xiang Haotian died, he wouldn't need to fulfill any of the benefits he promised.    

If Zhan Tianming died, he wouldn't have to make another move.    

In any case, it didn't matter who lived and who died.    

On the arena.    

Zhan Tianming's left palm collided with the golden seal, and a powerful destructive force kept coming from his palm. The force seemed to be able to break the heaven and earth, it was extremely powerful. The attack made his left palm feel extremely painful, as if it was going to split open.    

However, his left arm was the Divine Dragon Arm. No matter if it was in terms of strength or other aspects, it was even more powerful.    

While enduring the destructive and violent energy, the powerful force of the Proud Dragon Repents kept attacking the golden seal.    

But...    

No matter how hard he tried, the golden seal seemed to be unshakable.    

Zhan Tianming gritted his teeth hard.    

"Berserk!"    

Rumble...    

In an instant, Zhan Tianming activated his Berserk attribute and doubled his combat strength.    

"Break it!"    

Zhan Tianming's eyes were filled with hatred. The power of his left palm instantly doubled.    

"Roar!"    

The Fire Dragon Shadow let out a second roar.    

Crack, crack, crack...    

Kacha kacha...    

Tiny cracks began to appear on the golden sigil that had been in a stalemate for a moment.    

The cracks continued to spread.    

Xiang Haotian, who was hiding behind the golden seal, suddenly had a change of expression.    

"What?"    

His eyes were about to pop out.    

Cracks had appeared on the Mystic Light Heaven-Cleaving Seal?    

How was this possible?    

Xiang Haotian was incomparably shocked. The smile on his face had completely vanished at this moment, and was replaced by a wisp of fear.    

No one knew the power of the Profound Light Heaven-Breaking Mark better than him.    

Furthermore, he had already cultivated this seal to the Seventh Stage, and was only two levels away from the advanced stage.    

This move was enough to instantly kill the Seven-star Martial Spirit.    

But now...    

No matter what, Xiang Haotian couldn't believe the scene in front of him.    

A Six Star Martial Expert wasn't reduced to ashes by the Profound Light Heaven-Cleaving Seal, and it actually caused the seal to crack?    

In Xiang Haotian's shocked eyes, Zhan Tianming's gaze turned cold, and he shouted furiously.    

"Break for me!"