Dragon Emperor, Zi Yan

The icy cry that resounded beside Qing Yan's ear was not loud, but at this instant, it caused his soul to violently tremble because the cry contained a pressure that he was unable to resist. This kind of pressure originated from his soul and his bloodline…

"A matured royal bloodline…"

A paleness surfaced on Qing Yan's face the moment his body stiffened. His hand, which was close to landing on the top of Xiao Yan's head, suddenly halted. He did not hesitate even a little as his toes pressed against empty air to explosively pull back.

"Chi!"

While Qing Yan's figure pulled back, a purple-golden pillar suddenly shot out of the large cauldron. It penetrated empty space, and within the blink of an eye, it smashed into Qing Yan's body.

"Bang!"

The purple-golden light exploded on Qing Yan's body. A frightening wind caused his throat to feel sweet as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His body ended up flying back in a miserable manner.