The dragon forms they had conjured, based mostly on descriptions from ancient books, lacked even the genuine aura of true dragons.
But the ancient battle dragon that Chu Fengmian had conjured was born of his own bloodline, practically indistinguishable from a real ancient battle dragon.
Compared to it, the Nine-Flame Divine Dragon that Yan Mang had conjured up was nothing but a reptile, not even qualifying as a Jiao dragon—it was a reptile, an ant.
The two hadn't even clashed yet, but their imposing auras were already enough to decide the outcome.
"Devour!"
Chu Fengmian laughed heartily as the ancient battle dragon he had conjured charged towards the Nine-Flame Divine Dragon, opening its massive maw to swallow the Nine-Flame Divine Dragon whole.
The strongest move Yan Mang had was effortlessly neutralized by Chu Fengmian.
"Yan Mang, did you think you could be my match without me using the Emperor of Fertility's monument? I don't need the monument to deal with you!"
