C1101 Intimidate the return of ten thousand ancestors (2/2)

”Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!”

Nine powerful fist energies were blasted out, creating nine huge bloody holes.

Crush, completely crush. Even if Long Yan treated him like this, he would return it tenfold, because today, he had thoroughly angered Long Yan, because he would never be able to experience just how heaven defying the might of a divine dragon was.

How many times had he hovered between life and death, and how many times had Long Yan made his breakthrough at the last moment? Naturally, Little Lion understood Long Yan the best, because at the last moment, his Brother Yan did not use his Soul Blast Technique nor forcefully increase his strength. This meant that Long Yan still had enough confidence to defeat him, so from the start, Little Lion was incomparably calm.

There were a lot of smart people, but Long Yan was the smartest. If he met an ordinary opponent, he would kill them as quickly as possible to avoid similar results as himself. If he met a strong enemy, he would exhaust their True Essence and then look for an opportunity to break through.

After the nine claps of thunder, all of the black dragons still had a trace of life, because Long Yan did not want him to die that quickly. Because the greater the bloodlust, the greater the visual impact, was still ahead.

This is fine, no.

Long Yan looked at him and laughed in an incomparably sinister manner. His laughter was so strange that earlier, the Black Dragon had mocked him, and now, Long Yan was laughing evilly to him, filled with endless terror.

Swish!

Long Yan carried him and actually flew towards the Myriad Ancestor Return's camp. He did not go near the front, but revealed an even more arrogant smile towards the people who had returned.

The aura of death completely enveloped these people, and even Murong Chen could feel that Long Yan's body was filled with bloodthirsty killing intent.

”Hmph, today, your father will bring you guys what is called true bloodlust.”

”Blood Training!”

Long Yan roared out. The blood that was in Wu Long's body started to boil this time, even if his True Essence could suppress it, could it?

He could not suppress it because in Long Yan's hands, the dragon was just like an ant.

”No, no!” At first, Wu Long's expression changed from one of terror to one of terror, then to one of misery, and finally to despair. This was because he saw his own blood condensing into seven droplets of blood from his eyes, mouth, nose, ears, and seven orifices.

What was even more hard for everyone to accept was that Long Yan was just like a devil. The dragon blood, the devil that came out of hell's Asura was actually flowing into Long Yan's mouth.

That's right, it was extremely shocking, and the eyes of the Demon Kings and the others behind Murong Chen were fixated on him.

Everyone's bodies were trembling, endlessly trembling. That definitely brought them endless fear, and turned them into devils, because those who knew Long Yan, knew that he was the incarnation of justice, and those who didn't, would feel like Long Yan was the devil.

Only by using even more brutal and bloody methods would they be able to thoroughly intimidate these fellows.

”AHH!” An incomparable miserable scream came out of Dark Dragon's mouth. He stepped on his blood-red eyes, and because he was too frightened, he directly fainted.

With a ”pa” sound, Long Yan threw him towards the crowd.

However, none of those fellows, the Martial King, the Infernal King, and even Murong Chen dared to go forward to receive him. With a ”pa” sound, they fell to the ground.

If he just let it go like this, would he still be Long Yan?

still felt that this was not enough, he increased the rate at which he absorbed the blood.

Very soon, the crowd saw Wu Long's body twitching nonstop on the ground. The expression on his face was also completely distorted.