Although the Cave-Heaven Mirror is not a holy divine artifact, the beam it emits possesses the power of one!


    Boom!


    Yang Teng used the Cave-Heaven Mirror as a cannon and shot a powerful beam, causing explosions and violent fluctuations within the Dragon Nest.


    "What is happening? Who dares to attack our Dragon Clan’s Dragon Nest!"


    "Those who offend our Dragon Clan shall die!"


    "Kill them!"


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    A wave of furious voices spread from within the Dragon Nest. Someone was directly attacking the nest, which was a declaration of war, something no one could tolerate.


    They were curious to see who was audacious enough to attack the Dragon Nest.


    Hearing these angry roars, Yang Teng stood unperturbed. He increased the potency of his Cave-Heaven Mirror, causing more destruction in the Dragon Nest, and even blasting the dragons out like fish in the water.


    "Stop! Can’t you hear me telling you to stop?"


    A group of Dragon Clan leads appeared and furiously stared at Yang Teng.


    "Just little dragons."


    Yang Teng bared his white teeth and gestured a tearing motion with his palm, as if he was about to rip these Dragon Clan leads apart.


    "Is that Dawu’s Divine Army behind him?"


    Suddenly, the group of dragons noticed the cold and ruthless Divine Army of Dawu. They realized the situation and scornfully said, "So it’s Dawu’s people? They even dare to seek revenge in our Dragon Nest. They’re literally seeking death!"


    Although they were unfamiliar with Yang Teng, their information suggested that Dawu didn’t have any powerful deity.


    "Since he has a death wish, let’s grant it. Let him experience the might of our Dragon Clan. Dawu is audacious indeed! Do they think our Dragon Clan can be bullied at will?"


    A flying dragon took off.


    It was a sixth-tier deity, soaring to the ninth heaven. The Dragon shot its claws out directly towards Yang Teng’s head.


    "Just a little dragon."


    Primordial Chaos battle form, infinitely powerful.


    Yang Teng was dismissive.


    With a wave of his hand as hard as rock, he slapped the approaching dragon away. The entire dragon crashed into the Dragon Nest, with countless dragon scales breaking off its body.


    "Dragon Slayer!"


    With a punch from Yang Teng, his formidable combat power was on full display. Boom! He punched Xing Lei’s fist, like a divine weapon colliding, a dazzling beam shot up, making a silhouette fly out.


    Xing Lei’s palm burst open, he stumbled backwards, dragon blood emitted a light of thunder as it flowed, and a look of disbelief crossed his face.


    As a half-god dragon deity, he didn’t match up to the opponent’s physical strength.


    "Thunder Dragon Clan, your dragon form is quite strong. You were able to take a punch from me without having your arm severed."


    Yang Teng rarely praised Xing Lei.


    During this period, his growth in Dawu was significant. After being bathed in the spiritual energy of the Human Divine, his Primordial Chaos battle form was evolving towards a holy form. With his combat power, even several half-god deities would not be his match.


    Only a true deity could suppress him.


    Regrettably, he suffered misfortune, and was heavily wounded by a holy deity, barely escaping with his life, only to be ambushed by the disciples of Temple of Gods’ Slaying.


    "You’re courting death!"


    Xing Lei, Dragon Master, was completely enraged.


    His dragon form, which he prided in, was actually complemented.


    This was the ultimate insult to him. The cutting words were like a knife, slashing at his heart again and again.


    "Thunder Shakes the Nine Heavens!"


    He charged out, his aura burgeoning, the dragon power of thunder flooded the void, displaying the ultimate battle power. A Thunder Dragon manipulated the power of heavenly thunder and executed the Dragon Clan’s punitive will.


    "The Dragon Master Xing Lei has displayed Thunder Shakes the Nine Heavens, the highest secret skill of the Thunder Dragon Clan!"


    "Yes, the Thunder Dragon Clan is naturally close to the power of thunder and commands the power of thunder!"


    "This man has entirely provoked the wrath of the Dragon Master Xing Lei!"


    The dragons within the Dragon Nest appeared, all eyes focused on the battlefield.


    "Against you, a fist is more than enough!"


    The Primordial Chaos Battle Form was matchless in power. Yang Teng threw a punch, it seemed to penetrate into the ancient Primordial Chaos and shattered the layers of void, tearing a hole in the universe.


    His punch carried a power that was vast and boundless, he directly clashed with Xing Lei in close combat.


    Xing Lei knew this man was powerful, but the pride and dignity of the Dragon Clan prohibited him from retreating. Instead, he stirred up his dragon form and charged forward.


    Boom! Boom! Boom! The two semi-godlike deities, both peerless experts, clashed outside the Dragon Nest. The terrifying waves spread out, under this level, anyone who dared to approach would undoubtedly die!