<h4>Chapter 5487 Fighting Netherdragon Tianfeng</h4>


    As the Netherworld’s qi poured into this world, ck lightning and mes erupted around Netherdragon Tianfeng, and his twelve wings—thin as a spider’s web—extended into the heavens, absorbing the very essence of the world.


    The monstrous aura radiating from him surged wildly, forcing Mo Yang and the others to retreat step by step.


    “How can this be?!”


    Mo Yang and the others were shocked and outraged. Netherdragon Tianfeng’s power was inconceivable. Even with all of them going all-out against him, they couldn’t beat him. They hadn’t even exhausted his core energy.


    As Netherdragon Tianfeng’s aura climbed, his bloodline fluctuations started to make the ten thousand Daos roar. His power was already beyond their understanding.


    “I refuse to believe it!” the female monstrous genius of the dragon race roared furiously.


    Her scales ignited with mes, and core runes manifested on her forehead before igniting as well. Her aura skyrocketed.


    “Don’t!” Mo Yang, Chi Wufeng, and the others shouted in unison, their voices filled with desperation.


    She had ignited her innate soul essence and dragon core. In this state, although she was powerful, there was a fatal drawback. Once the bacsh struck her, her dragon core would be damaged, possibly leaving her crippled or dead.


    They hadn’t expected her temper to still be so explosive after being sealed for so many years. This was clearly suicidal.


    Mo Yang and the others wanted to stop her, but it was already toote. As she merged with her spear, she ignited the me of her life to attack Netherdragon Tianfeng.


    “Ten Thousand Dragon Heaven Swallowing Art!” eximed Chi Wufeng.


    Chi Wufeng formed hand seals, and a streak of divine light shot out of his hand at that woman. Seeing this, Mo Yang and the others immediately reacted and put a hand on Chi Wufeng’s back.


    “Die!”


    Netherdragon Tianfeng’s twelve wings billowed around him, and his dragon spear crashed down on her. Theher qi in the air was instantly sucked into his spear, giving it a supreme heavenly might.


    <i>BOOM!</i>


    Blood sprayed from the female dragon genius’s mouth as her body was sent hurtling through the air. Her dragon spear shattered into fragments, leaving her defenseless.


    Fortunately, the divine light from Chi Wufeng reached her just in time, dispersing some of the force, but the bacsh struck the others like a meteorite. Chi Wufeng, Mo Yang, and the rest staggered, nearly vomiting blood.


    “You shared the impact?” Netherdragon Tianfeng sneered coldly. “Then block this one!”


    Netherdragon Tianfeng stepped forward, chasing after the female monster of the dragon race, his spear slicing through the air with an ear-piercing sound.


    “Shit!” Chi Wufeng cursed.


    Chi Wufeng’s heart sank—his secret art couldn’t be used again so soon. Despair gripped them all as they realized they couldn’t save her in time.


    Just as the fatal strike descended, a hand shimmering with starlight caught the spear’s tip mid-air. A figure had appeared before the female expert.


    “Long Chen!”


    Relief washed over Mo Yang and the others as a familiar figure stepped onto the battlefield. Long Chen had arrived. What stunned them even more was his audacity—he had stopped Netherdragon Tianfeng’s spear with his bare hand.


    The spear wasn’t just any weapon; it was a peerless divine artifact, its sharpness and durability unparalleled. Over the course of their exchanges, Mo Yang and the others had avoided direct shes with the spear, knowing it could shatter their weapons. This was one of the reasons they had been unable to beat Netherdragon Tianfeng despite theirbined might.


    As Long Chen stood there, the Starry Sky Battle Robe materialized around him. Ethereal stars flowed across its surface, as if a fragment of the cosmos itself had descended to the battlefield. The flowing of the stars seemed to contain limitless profundities.


    At that moment, Long Chen looked like the god of the starry sky. Gripping the dragon spear, he turned his gaze toward Netherdragon Tianfeng.


    “No wonder your weapon’s so powerful—it was blessed by the Nether Emperor,” Long Chen said, his tone dripping with mockery. “Looks like calling him ‘daddy’ paid off. Not bad, not bad. You didn’t take him as your father for nothing.”


    The power behind Netherdragon Tianfeng’s spear was truly apocalyptic. However, when Long Chen caught the speartip, that immense power seemed to vanish within a bottomless sea, leaving Netherdragon Tianfengpletely bbergasted.


    Infuriated by Long Chen’s taunt, Netherdragon Tianfeng wrenched his spear back andshed out with a kick. Long Chen met it with a kick of his own.


    <i>BOOM!</i>


    The air reverberated with an explosive shockwave as both fighters were sent hurtling backward. Long Chen released the spear, and the twobatants stared each other down, their gazes locking in a sh of wills.


    “What kind of power is that?” Chi Wufeng couldn’t help but exim in shock.


    The stars swirling around Long Chen exuded a mysterious force, one so tightly condensed that no one could discern its might. It was unlike anything they had ever encountered.


    “I knew it,” Mo Yang muttered, shaking his head with a wry smile. “He wasn’t using his full power back then, and this isn’t dragon blood power, either.”


    Memories of their past duel shed through Mo Yang’s mind. That day, Long Chen had defeated him with a single move. Though reluctant to ept it, Mo Yang was an honorable warrior; a loss was a loss. There was no way he would argue about the results.


    At the time, Mo Yang believed Long Chen wasn’t using his full power—just as he hadn’t. This had led him to assume the gap between them wasn’t that much.


    But now, as Mo Yang watched Long Chen wield a power entirely different from his dragon blood, his assumptions crumbled. This new power wasn’t just formidable—it was unprecedented. With it, Long Chen had stopped Netherdragon Tianfeng’s spear barehanded, despite the spear being backed by the oppressivews of the Netherworld. Mo Yang finally realized Long Chen had been hiding his strength all along.


    “Even an ant from the human race dares to act arrogant before me?” Netherdragon Tianfeng sneered, his voiceced with disdain. “The Netherworld gates have reopened. I am the ruler of this space. You can only prostrate beneath my feet!”


    With a swing of his spear, the void seemed to tremble, buzzing ominously.


    The twelve Nether Emperor Wings behind him continuously billowed, and thews of the Netherworld flowed within them. Every wing seemed to contain its own world, giving off a suffocating pressure.


    Netherdragon Tianfeng’s aura was still climbing as the power of the Netherworld poured into the battlefield. It was like there was no limit to his power.


    Yet, on the other side, Long Chen remained calm. His Starry Sky Battle Robe swayed gently in the wind. His casual and suave appearance gave his allies a sense of safety, as if even if the heavens copsed, he would be able to hold them up.


    “Now that you’ve gotten yourself a new daddy, you think you’re important,” Long Chen quipped, his voice dripping with mockery. “Even a dog dares to bark at Boss Long San! Where did you find the guts for that?”


    “Your Majesty, quickly kill them!” shouted a half-step Dragon Emperor of the Netherdragon race.


    Although thews of the Netherworld were filling this space, the Netherdragon race’s army had been reduced to a tenth of its original size. It was hard for them to hold on.


    Seeing Netherdragon Tianfeng still exchanging words with Long Chen, the half-step Dragon Emperor couldn’t contain his frustration. If not for Tianfeng’s lofty status, he might have cursed him outright.


    Only then did Netherdragon Tianfeng realize that despite the Netherworld gates reopening, the Netherdragon race had lost their numbers advantage. He raised his spear, and his twelve Nether Emperor Wings suddenly froze. An ominous change swept through the air as one of the wings’ eyes opened.


    The instant the eye opened, ck lightning and mes engulfed Netherdragon Tianfeng, and his aura surged tenfold, reaching the cusp of a Dragon Emperor’s level.


    “What?!”


    The Dragon Domain’s experts’ expressions all changed. Netherdragon Tianfeng now possessed an Emperor’s aura.


    “Die!” Netherdragon Tianfeng roared, charging at Long Chen with apocalyptic force. Theher qi around him surged like a tidal wave, and the ground beneath them quaked violently, as though the world itself might shatter under the pressure.


    Facing the oing storm, Long Chen took a deep breath. His gaze turned sharp, and he let out a thunderous roar of his own.


    “Eight Star Battle Armor!”