Long Aotian activated the power of seven Dragon Sources, layering it with the true dragon divine ability.

With his late-stage True God realm cultivation, he could even challenge those at the peak of the True God realm, posing a threat to the talented individuals at that level.

But unfortunately, he encountered Jun Xiaoyao.

Not only was Jun Xiaoyao himself incredibly powerful, but he also possessed the ability to challenge those above his level.

Thus, it was nearly impossible for Long Aotian to win against a stronger opponent.

Bang!

The dragon energy surged alongside the power of thunder, both of them unleashing their divine abilities, creating waves that engulfed the surrounding world.

In the violent clash, Long Aotian was sent flying like a cannonball, coughing up blood that shimmered with seven colors.

His eyes bulged, staring fixedly at Jun Xiaoyao, as if witnessing the most unbelievable event in the world.

As the first generation of the Forbidden One from the Ancestral Dragon Nest, who had always been invincible, he was injured and coughed up blood on the very first move against Jun Xiaoyao.

This was simply unbelievable for him.

Not only him, but the surrounding talented individuals from the outside world also gasped, their eyes filled with shock.

The ancient beings of the immortal realm might not fully understand Long Aotian's reputation.

But these talented individuals from the outside world were well aware.

It would not be an exaggeration to say he was the most prominent talent of the younger generation.

Yet, such a top-tier talent was actually forced to cough up blood by Jun Xiaoyao with a single move.

If it weren't witnessed firsthand, who would dare to believe it?

Princess Long Ji's beautiful eyes also flashed with a hint of surprise.

If Jun Xiaoyao could directly kill Long Aotian, it would save her a lot of trouble.

On the other hand, Ao Luan's expression revealed a trace of anxiety.

"No... it can't be, Young Master Long is incredibly strong; he won't be defeated so easily," Ao Luan comforted herself.

Long Aotian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his golden dragon eyes coldly fixed on Jun Xiaoyao.

Around him, the seven-colored dragon energy swirled, and his injuries healed at an astonishing speed.

However, even so, he had lost a significant amount of face.

"Jun Xiaoyao... you are seeking death!" Long Aotian's brows furrowed in anger.

Coughing up blood from a single move was absolutely unacceptable for the proud Long Aotian.

Long Aotian struck again, and seven Dragon Sources began to faintly manifest from within him.

Each Dragon Source represented the legacy of a powerful being from the Ancestral Dragon Nest.

At this moment, the power of the seven Dragon Sources stacked upon Long Aotian.

His aura surged sevenfold.

That kind of magical fluctuation was indeed enough to rival the talented individuals at the peak of the True God realm!

"How powerful! Long Aotian truly has the ability to challenge those above his level."

Seeing Long Aotian's rising aura, all the talented individuals from the outside world and the ancient beings of the immortal realm gasped in awe.

"Perhaps Long Aotian can really engage in a battle with the Jun family's divine son for hundreds of rounds," someone predicted.

Meanwhile, Jun Xiaoyao's gaze fell upon Long Aotian, and he noticed the seven Dragon Sources within him, a hint of intrigue flashing in his eyes.

"Now, that's a good opportunity," Jun Xiaoyao murmured with a light smile.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's gaze, which was akin to that of a hunter sizing up his prey, Long Aotian's anger surged even more.

No one had ever treated him as prey before.

"Jun Xiaoyao, die for me!"

Long Aotian raised his hand, and the power of the seven Dragon Sources erupted, transforming into a seven-colored dragon spear, its overwhelming force piercing toward Jun Xiaoyao.

It seemed as if the void itself would be pierced by this seven-colored dragon spear.

This move was incredibly astonishing; even some late-stage True God realm ancient beings felt a chill run down their spines.

If they faced this move without caution, they would also suffer severe injuries.

However, Jun Xiaoyao remained calm and collected, casually reaching out as the Spear of the Celestial God materialized, colliding with the seven-colored dragon spear.

The void once again resonated with a loud sound, and Long Aotian was pushed back once more.

His expression turned cold as he began to manipulate the power of the seven Dragon Sources.

Within him, a golden Dragon Source began to radiate divine light.

A dragon's roar echoed, and golden light illuminated the world, forming a vivid golden dragon phantom in the void, its scales and armor appearing lifelike.

"The Dragon Source of the Golden Dragon!" Not far away, Princess Long Ji's eyes sparkled at this sight.

The seven Dragon Sources refined by Long Aotian were of different attributes, each controlling different elemental powers.

This was also a testament to Long Aotian's strength.

As the Golden Dragon Source was activated, the void filled with endless metal energy.

The golden dragon, controlling the power of gold, allowed Long Aotian to wield this power after activating the Golden Dragon Source.

Golden dragon swords coalesced with the dragon phantom, ultimately forming thousands of them, all aimed at Jun Xiaoyao for a lethal strike.

The metal energy surged, filling the world with sharp sword energy.

Seeing this, Jun Xiaoyao pointed his finger as if wielding a sword, unleashing the Sword of Slaying Immortals, the sword energy bursting forth, manifesting the scene of celestial beings falling.

In the heavens above, the sword energies intertwined and resonated.

Thousands of sword energies were directly obliterated by Jun Xiaoyao's single strike.

Long Aotian activated the Dragon Sources once more.

A red Dragon Source within him was ignited.

Accompanied by a dragon's roar, a fiery dragon phantom appeared, engulfed in flames.

This was the Dragon Source of the Red Dragon.

In an instant, a sea of fire surged, sweeping across the sky.

Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand, and the magical energy rippled like wind, parting the sea of fire.

"Flame Dragon Furnace!"

Long Aotian manipulated the Red Dragon Source, and the red dragon phantom in the void coiled, transforming into a furnace of fire, seemingly capable of melting the heavens and earth, pressing down toward Jun Xiaoyao.

If trapped within, even a late-stage True God realm talent would be reduced to ashes.

Jun Xiaoyao extended a hand, and a pitch-black devouring vortex appeared in the void.

The vortex, like a black hole, swallowed the surrounding sea of fire along with the Flame Dragon Furnace, dissipating them entirely.

Long Aotian let out a sharp cry, continuously activating the seven Dragon Sources.

Different attribute Dragon Sources were unleashed.

In an instant, the entire Dao Lake was filled with various storms, thunder, flames, and frost.

This overwhelming power shook the surroundings.

"Truly worthy of being the Forbidden One of the Ancestral Dragon Nest, with seven Dragon Sources, who can rival him?" one talented individual exclaimed in awe.

Long Aotian didn't even need to use his trump card, the Blood of the Emperor Dragon; relying solely on the seven Dragon Sources was enough to sweep through the current immortal realm.

Jun Xiaoyao was completely engulfed in the elemental tide.

"Heh... Jun Xiaoyao, your legend is about to come to an end!" Long Aotian sneered.

He was extremely confident in his strength, and now that all seven Dragon Source energies were activated.

Even if Jun Xiaoyao didn't die, he would likely be severely injured.

Just as Long Aotian was contemplating this in his heart.

A light laugh suddenly emerged from within the elemental tide.

"Long Aotian, with this level of strength, you dare to come out and embarrass yourself?"

Hearing this voice, Long Aotian's pupils suddenly constricted.

He looked over, and his entire being went blank.

There stood Jun Xiaoyao, as if strolling leisurely, stepping out from the destructive elemental tide step by step.

He didn't even use any defensive measures, simply walking out with his hands behind his back.

All the flames, thunder, frost, and lightning around him dissipated as they approached within ten feet of Jun Xiaoyao, melting away like snow!

Magical immunity!

No magic could touch him!

Jun Xiaoyao moved like the sovereign of the heavens and earth, strolling leisurely, exuding an air of calm!

The elemental waves around him turned to nothingness!

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