Chen Fan's pupils contracted.
"How... How is this possible? Brother Ye, you took the attack head-on?"
Lin Qiye smiled. "So what if I took the attack head-on? I thought you were strong, but this is it?
"I don't think you have the ability to be complacent in front of me.
"Do you have any stronger moves?"
Chen Fan's hand trembled slightly. "Yes!"
"If you want to burn your bloodline or something, don't use it. I will not use that kind of move against you. I will only use my normal combat power to the maximum."
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes. "Okay."
"Then let's do it!"
Chen Fan nodded with a grave expression on his face.
"Divine Eye of the Ancestral Dragon!"
"Heavenly Dragon Blood Rage!"
"Ancient Qilin Shield!"
"Ancestral Dragon Armor!"
A series of low-pitched shouts rang out.
Chen Fan's eyes shone with divine light, and his skinny body suddenly expanded to three meters.
