I have Taoism and can understand other worlds

Chapter 626 Dispute
The golden-scaled dragonman stood rooted to the spot, wielding two hammers, his expression indifferent as he looked at the four. The fierce battle that had just taken place had left a street in the dragonman's territory in ruins. The flagstone road was riddled with potholes, as if it had been crushed by a heavy object.

The surrounding dragon-people had already scattered and fled, while the bolder ones stood at a distance to watch. After all, such a fierce battle was rare in the capital city.

On the day Baixi was founded, the Cangtian Tower established a rule: within the Divine Capital, killing between different races is strictly prohibited. Therefore, even if two races have a deep-seated feud within the Divine Capital, it will only be resolved outside. The scene of such a life-or-death struggle today is truly rare.

"I gave you all a chance, yet you were truly courting death. Thinking yourself invincible, how could you know there are always those more powerful than you? Hand that person over to me, and I will spare your lives." The golden-scaled dragon-man strode towards the four, his blood surging. A dragon shadow materialized around him, as if a real dragon were aiding him.

This golden-scaled dragon-man, at such a level of blood energy transformation, is no ordinary being.

Yanming clutched his chest, forcefully suppressing the stench of blood. The heavy hammer he wielded had created several fist-sized craters, a testament to the immense strength of the dragon-man. Even with his carefree nature, he gasped in shock.

What a prodigy from the dragon race! He truly broadened his horizons.

He usually considered himself the strongest among the Rock People, second only to the Hero, and even believed he could rival the Hero. Today's battle opened his eyes to a whole new world; the Hero was indeed not as simple as he seemed.

If he could return alive, he would train a hundred times harder! Yan Ming secretly made up his mind.

The four helped each other up, their pain gradually subsiding. They were, after all, heroes and prodigies of their respective races, each possessing considerable skill. Though severely wounded by the golden-scaled dragon, they didn't fall so easily.

Yanming looked at Jinlin, his face showing no fear whatsoever.

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, but his eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit.

He let out a low growl, not a cry of pain, but a roar of fury like rocks grinding together.

"You dragon-man brat! Stop being so arrogant!"

Suddenly, the cracks on his stone skin burst forth with intense crimson light. The surging blood energy no longer merely swirled around him, but rushed out, gathering and rising behind him, vaguely transforming into the silhouette of a giant over ten feet tall.

"Blood Qi Transformed into罡?! How, how is this possible? He actually reached such a level." The dragon warriors watching were astonished and discussed among themselves. Yan Ming's reputation was widespread; few in the capital city were unaware of his name. After all, to be chosen to go to the Fallen Immortal Land with the Holy Maiden, one couldn't be selected without considerable skill and prestige.

Despite the dangers of the Fallen Immortal Land, it's not a place anyone can go. Countless people in the capital city want to explore the Fallen Immortal Land, because it holds not only danger but also endless opportunities.

Amidst everyone's astonishment, the crimson giant gradually materialized. Its form was rugged, as if built from mountain rocks, and although it lacked clear facial features, it exuded an astonishing sense of oppression.

As Yanming charged forward again, the crimson giant shadow simultaneously swung its massive fist, which, along with Yanming's heavy hammer, slammed into the Golden Scaled Dragonman.

At the same time, Xuan Jue took a deep breath, his four arms bulging with muscles, and discarded the broken sword hilt to the side.

He pointed his fingers like a sword, and a surge of blood energy erupted from his four arms. It was not a physical entity, but it intertwined and stretched behind him, transforming into another, even taller, four-armed giant phantom.

The phantom was as thin as mist, its edges constantly swaying. Only the outlines of four waving arms could be barely made out. As it moved, it brought with it a sharp, piercing whistling sound, and its speed was even faster than the real thing, blocking the dragonman's retreat from the flanks.

Two young men from the Gaoshan tribe struggled to their feet, ignoring their injuries, and channeled all their strength into their spears, plunging them fiercely into the ground. The street trembled violently, and a dozen sharp stalagmites, no longer pointing outwards, suddenly closed in on the dragon-man like a cage, restricting his movement.

A combined attack technique?! The golden-scaled dragon's expression darkened.

He hadn't expected that the four men, instead of crumbling, could unleash such power. He swung his twin hammers wildly, golden light flashing, as he fiercely met Iwaaki's heavy hammer, which combined the power of the giant shadow.

Boom!

The deafening roar was deafening. At the point of impact, the shockwave spread out like a tangible force, causing the walls of the houses on either side to crumble and crack, sending splinters of wood and brick flying everywhere. Dust billowed into the sky. The golden-scaled dragon-man swayed slightly, forced back half a step by Yan Ming's self-sacrificing attack. Xuan Jue's four illusory arms seized the opportunity to launch a furious attack, their invisible arms generating sharp wind pressure that sliced ​​through the dragon-man's protective golden light, producing a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

"You're all asking for death!!"

The dragon-man snorted angrily, his eyes gleaming with golden light.

He held nothing back; his dragon scales shone brightly, and a surge of powerful blood energy soared into the sky. The dragon-shaped phantom coiled behind him let out a deafening roar, majestic and vast. The golden light on his twin hammers condensed to its extreme, and he suddenly swung them in a cross pattern.

"roll!"

This attack, unleashed in fury, was far more powerful than before. A massive golden shockwave, like an angry dragon emerging from the sea, instantly shattered the phantom of the rock giant behind Iwaaki and sent the heavy hammer flying from his hand. Iwaaki's enormous body was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing through half a wall and being buried in the rubble.

Xuan Jue's four blood-red phantom arms disintegrated instantly, like a thin veil torn by a gale. He himself was struck as if by a heavy blow; his four arms trembled violently, blood gushed from his mouth, and he staggered back more than ten steps before finally collapsing to one knee, his breath weak and feeble.

The closed stalagmite cage was completely reduced to dust by the aftershock of the attack. The two young men from the Gaoshan tribe were knocked unconscious without even uttering a sound.

The dust settled slowly, leaving the streets in a mess. The golden-scaled dragonman stood holding his hammer, the golden light around him gradually fading. His cold gaze swept over the four people who had completely lost their fighting ability, and he let out a disdainful snort.

"Overestimating yourselves," the golden-scaled dragon said coldly. "Although the capital forbids the two races from killing each other, it doesn't say that you can't be crippled. I meant well, but you have tried to provoke me time and time again. Today I will teach you a lesson. When you return, don't cry."

The golden-scaled dragon raised its golden hammer, about to smash it down on Yan Ming's legs. At that moment, Jiang Wen was already preparing to form a hand seal. However, as if sensing something, he slowly withdrew his fingers.

Just as the Golden Scaled Dragonman brought down his hammer, a long spear pierced through the air.

The howling sound was like thunder, shaking the dragon warriors in all directions.

The golden-scaled dragon's expression changed drastically, and he swung his hammer at the long spear. A loud clang rang out, and sparks flew everywhere upon impact.

The spear was deflected, tracing an arc in mid-air. The golden-scaled dragonman staggered back, finally stopping with his feet braced against the crumbling wall. His hands trembled violently, and the golden hammer emitted a buzzing vibration.

Clearly, the force of that shot was immense, making it difficult for him to withstand.

"Who!" the golden-scaled dragonman roared angrily.

"I am Yanxiong." The spear was caught by a giant hand. Then, a rock giant, two zhang tall, crashed down.

His feet shook so deep that they created craters, making him appear as majestic as a mountain.

He swung the five-zhang-long spear in his hand, and finally hoisted it onto his shoulder.

"Yanxiong?! You actually have the nerve to be here!" the golden-scaled dragonman roared. "What's it to you?!"

Hearing the voice, Yanming, who was lying in the ruins, struggled to his feet and looked at the newcomer. His face lit up with joy, and he laughed loudly, "Big brother! You've finally come!"

"If you don't come soon, you'll get skinned alive," the newcomer said calmly, pushing aside the smoke and looking at the injured men.

"Four people were beaten like this by one dragon man. They need to practice more when they get back."

(End of this chapter)