The Might of the Divine Dragon, Qing Long

Noticing his strength continuing to rise, the experts in front of him, who had been so certain about their strength, suddenly swallowed their saliva as some fear crept into their eyes.

“I haven’t actually tried this out before,” Deng Wu said with a calm voice. “But to think that you would want to touch the queen of my heart with your filthy hands, it seems desperate measures need to be taken.”

Hearing his words, the two Emperors started smiling. So this man was using a skill he had never used before? Then although his energy was far stronger than theirs, he might be incapable of controlling it, and as such, they would be able to defeat him. Their courage rose once again as they pounced towards Deng Wu intending on pincering him. Unfortunately, Deng Wu’s strength was still surging to the heavens, and the energy ripples that were bursting from his body were so strong that the two experts’ advance was slowed.