Esramia said faintly: "Let's begin!"
A sinister glint flashed through Sid's eyes. The Three-headed Golden Dragon's bloodline in his body boiled, and the phantom of a three-headed monster appeared behind him. An incomparably terrifying pressure emanated from his body.
When the dragon might of the 3-headed golden dragon erupted, the black dragon bloodline inside Yang Feng was suppressed somewhat.
That was the bloodline suppression of the 3-headed golden dragon bloodline over the ancient black dragon bloodline.
Inferior bloodlines would be suppressed and restrained by superior bloodlines, this was one of the biggest weaknesses of Bloodline Warlocks.
Unless Yang Feng's cultivation base was far above Sid's, or he promoted to a god, only then would he be able to get rid of this bloodline suppression.
Yang Feng's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, then he silently recited an incantation and pointed with his finger. Magic radiance blossomed on his body, and the black dragon head on his chest opened its eyes, and tremendous black dragon force poured into him from the black dragon armor.
Under the strengthening of the black dragon force, Yang Feng's physical constitution broke through the boundary and reached the Great Warlock rank.
Under the crazy increase in strength, the suppression of the 3-headed golden dragon on the ancient black dragon bloodline inside Yang Feng was weakened to the limit.
"This armor is really a treasure! Unfortunately, you're too weak!"
Sid smiled coldly, then tapped his foot on the ground. In the blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of tens of meters, appeared in front of Yang Feng in a split second, and blasted a tyrannical fist at Yang Feng.
Sid's speed was so fast that Yang Feng didn't even have time to recite an incantation. He could only urge the berserk black dragon force inside him and punch at Sid's fist.
Boom!
When the two formidable forces collided, Yang Feng, who was wearing the black dragon armor and whose physical constitution had reached the Great Warlock rank, was forcibly jolted back three steps.
Sid, on the other hand, only swayed slightly.
Seeing this scene, the complexions of Seyssins, Cicéron, Kafalena, and Reylo, the four experts of the younger generation, changed slightly.
Yang Feng's strength was tyrannical to begin with. After being strengthened by the black dragon armor, his physical constitution was forcibly strengthened to the Great Warlock realm.
Even Seyssins, who had awakened the Titan's bloodline, might not be Yang Feng's match in terms of strength.
For Sid to completely suppress Yang Feng in terms of strength was simply heaven-defying.
"Ha-ha!
Interesting!
This set of armor was just too amazing!!
When I kill you, I'll definitely take that armor off your body!! "
Sid's crimson eyes flickered with a frenzied battle intent. He laughed unscrupulously, not caring that his words might cause Karina to be displeased.
Upon hearing Sid's words, Karina frowned slightly, and a trace of displeasure flashed in her eyes.
After all, Yang Feng was dragged into this storm because of her, she didn't want to see Yang Feng killed.
Sid laughed wildly. Radiating gold dragon qi, he looked like a fierce and powerful 3-headed golden dragon. His fists were like shooting stars, and virtually every punch slammed towards Yang Feng with the terrifying momentum of a mountain.
Yang Feng urged the Black Dragon force inside him to the limit, operated the secret method recorded in the Black Dragon Morph, and, as if he had turned into a humanoid Black Dragon, fought with Sid.
In the center of the hall, a 3-headed golden dragon and an ancient black dragon clashed repeatedly. Dragon roars rang incessantly, and frightening fluctuations of power spread in all directions.
Cassius and the other 2 Sacred Swordsmen looked at Yang Feng, who seemed to have turned into a humanoid Black Dragon, and were slightly startled: "So strong!
His Lordship was actually this powerful!
How terrifying! "
Prior to this, Cassius and the other 2 Sacred Swordsmen only followed Yang Feng because they wanted to become greater aristocrats of the Morrince Empire.
As the pinnacle martial artists of the Feisuo Plane and human Sacred Swordsmen, they naturally had their pride.
They always believed that without using magic, Yang Feng wasn't their match.
But now that Yang Feng had turned into a humanoid Black Dragon, his fighting strength was far beyond their imagination. Only now did they realize that the Lord they followed was unfathomable and extremely powerful.
He could fight against the freaks of the Feisuo Plane who had awakened their god bloodline.
Kafalena looked at Yang Feng in the center of the hall, and her beautiful eyes flashed with a peculiar glint: "Amazing! It seems that this Ian really has some skill!"
Sid's attacks were continuous, without the slightest pause, giving Yang Feng no chance to cast a spell.
Yang Feng could only keep resisting, unable to squeeze out the time and energy to chant an incantation to release the extraordinary plants.
"Amazing!!
This is the strength of a top freak!!
Truly amazing!!
Using the black dragon armor, I already possess Great Warlock rank strength, yet I'm still at a disadvantage.
Even so, I was still at a disadvantage. If I didn't use the power of the Black Dragon Battle Armor, I would have lost to him within ten moves.
Sure enough, there's always someone better. "
Yang Feng squeezed out his potential to resist Sid's attacks. A thought flashed through his mind.
Traces of blood overflowed from the corners of Yang Feng's mouth and dripped to the ground.
Each of Sid's fists was as heavy as a mountain, and Yang Feng had a hard time resisting them. Even though the black dragon armor reduced 70% of the damage, but the remaining damage still injured Yang Feng quite badly.
After arriving at the Feisuo Plane from the Cangzhi Plane, who knew how many powerful enemies had been defeated by Yang Feng's Warlock knowledge. As such, he felt vaguely proud of himself.
But now, Sid's most tyrannical stance made Yang Feng sober up. Without the help of external forces and equipment, he still wasn't a match for the freakish geniuses who had awakened their god bloodline.
After all, before he came to the Cangzhi Plane, he was just an ordinary earthling. To progress to this point in a short 3 years was already his limit.
Sid fought for a long time, and a touch of impatience welled up inside him: "This human has some skill!
If I can't defeat him as soon as possible, then how can I show my skill! "
Between his thoughts, Sid roared and blasted Yang Feng back with a punch. His figure shook, and he retreated briskly while reciting an incantation.
In just a breath of time, Sid's body was shrouded in golden light. Before the golden light had completely dissipated, a 10-meter-tall 3-headed golden dragon phantom, covered in golden dragon scales and exuding endless dragon might, slowly took shape.
A terrifying Starry Sky Warlock rank might slowly spread from the 3-headed golden dragon phantom.
The Starry Sky Warlock rank pressure exuded by the 3-headed golden dragon phantom was far from being comparable to the pressure of the Demon Emperor Cartman's clone, but the terrifying junior demigod rank pressure already made it hard for Yang Feng to breathe.
Under the pressure of the junior demigod 3-headed golden dragon, the black dragon bloodline inside Yang Feng trembled, as if wanting to surrender to the formidable might of the 3-headed golden dragon.
Esramia was moved when she saw this scene: "Atavism!
Amazing, this Sid is really worthy of being called an outrageous genius of the country of dragons.
He's not even a Legend rank, yet he can perform atavism, that's really amazing. "
Atavism was a secret method that bloodline life forms could display by tracing back to the source of their bloodline.
Once Yang Feng practiced cultivation to the Great Warlock realm, he could use atavism to directly transform into a Great Warlock rank ancient black dragon.
Sid wasn't even a Legend rank, yet he could perform atavism and transform into a 3-headed golden dragon, which was simply heaven-defying.
Seyssins, Cicéron, Reylo, Kafalena, Faldina, and the other two young geniuses looked at the 3-headed golden dragon midair with a touch of graveness and bitterness in their eyes.
Sid's strength was already formidable to begin with. Now that he launched the secret method Atavism, he became even more terrifying. Once he finished his transformation, apart from Esramia and Ben, no one else would be his opponent.
Yang Feng's complexion flickered. His figure shook, and he shot towards Sid like a ghost. He poured his power into the secret treasure sword forged from divine blood steel in his hand and mercilessly slashed at Sid.
A golden shield suddenly appeared and blocked in front of Sid. When Yang Feng's sword slashed at the golden shield, a copious amount of force came from the golden shield and sent Yang Feng flying by a dozen meters.
Sid's majestic yet sarcastic voice came from the golden light: "It's no use!
Ian, when I perform atavism, my defense is comparable to that of a junior demigod rank expert. A low Legend rank expert like you who relies on external forces to advance your cultivation base can't injure me! "
Esramia raised her eyebrows, her beautiful eyes flashed with graveness, and she said unhurriedly: "Ian, it's not too late to admit defeat. Don't try to show off meaninglessly.
Otherwise, even I might not be able to save you in time! "
Cassius' complexion changed greatly, and he shouted: "My Lord, forget it!
Come back! "
If Yang Feng died here, then the greater aristocratic dreams of Cassius and the other 2 Sacred Swordsmen would be over.
They only had hereditary lordship status. Without Yang Feng, it was impossible for them to become hereditary barons.
Karina's pretty face changed slightly, and she hurriedly got up and shouted anxiously: "Ian, forget it!
He's too strong!
Don't try to show off! "
Demigod rank experts were already the most powerful existences in the secular world. If some fearsome pinnacle demigod rank existences wielded god armaments, they could even slay gods.
Even if Sid was only a junior demigod after atavism, but the terrifying power of the 3-headed golden dragon wasn't something that Legend rank experts could contend against.
Yang Feng frowned slightly and sighed slowly. With a flick of his wrist, a pitch-black umbrella appeared in his hand.
He aimed the umbrella at the 3-headed golden dragon in midair, silently recited an incantation, and pointed at the black umbrella.
The black umbrella opened, mysterious spirit runes suddenly appeared on its surface, and a pitch-black, star-like radiance condensed at the tip of the umbrella.