“The violet blood race’s secret art? Hmph, I thought you were a nine star heir? Are you telling me you refuse to show your trump cards? You really are courting death,” mocked Fan Ji.0

Fan Ji sneered, his silver spear glowing with radiant divine light. Two faint, coiling dragon shadows spiraled around its shaft as he stepped forward.0

BOOM!0

Dragon cries rang out as the silver spear pierced through the air. Powerful divine energy rumbled.0

Long Chen’s face darkened. 0

“Idiot. Can’t you see what’s behind me? Do you really think I’m holding back on purpose? The sons of Brahma truly are all brain-dead.”5

With Evilmoon in hand, Long Chen unleashed a surge of violet blood...0