Breeding Dragons From Today

Archibald suddenly stopped and his expression became even more unsightly.

He had also felt this.

It was just that he, who had dragonized both hands, was not a match for Joelson at all.

Joelson's horror was even more terrifying than he had expected.

"Roar!"

Archibald let out waves of dragon roars and his body began to expand.

His legs. Dragon horns. And a thick, silver-white dragon tail.

A complete half-dragonification!

Archibald was starting to get serious!

Joelson's eyes lit up,and his right hand stretched out like a knife, slashing down directly at Archibald.

A dazzling platinum light blossomed from his hand, and everyone who looked directly at this light felt a piercing pain in their eyes.

Sharp! Powerful!

This was what everyone was thinking.

Archibald's eyes suddenly widened. Red dragon energy gushed out and he crossed his hands in front of him to block.

He had been slashed by this white-gold light once before, so he knew how sharp it was.

The white-gold sword light tore through the void, leaving a black mark that did not disappear for a long time. It slashed down at Archibald like lightning.

The red dragon energy was constantly annihilated. Archibald's body retreated and his feet drew a deep ravine on the ground.

Everyone felt a tremor under their feet. Even the magic array that stabilized the ground shook.

How terrifying was this power!

The platinum sword light slowly and firmly slashed into Archibald's arms.

"Roar!"

As he retreated, Archibald kept roaring, and his body was undergoing more changes.

Dragon scales covered his body and his back became hunched. His body became larger.

He was approaching the giant dragon.

"Perfect Dragonification!"

Someone exclaimed.

"In the Dragon Blood Clan, a person who has a dragonification degree of more than 50% can be called a genius. Archibald, who has a dragonification degree of more than 80% is too terrifying!"

"But."

Someone hesitated and slowly said a truth in an extremely shocked tone, "Even if he has a perfect dragonification degree, he can't seem to resist Joelson."

Everyone fell silent again.

Archibald roared crazily and a pair of silver-white dragon wings broke free from his back. The terrifying dragon energy tore the platinum sword light into pieces.

The terrifying dragon might enveloped the entire area. Those ordinary people below the saint-level all knelt down with pale faces.

The pressure of a peak-stage saint-level dragon perfectly reappeared on Archibald's body.

Everyone looked at Archibald in horror.

Memories of the past appeared.

The last time Archibald killed three saint-level masters in the Saint Realm with a look on his face was when he was in his perfect dragon form.

In this state, Archibald's combat strength had soared. At the same time, he had been eroded by the brutal killing intent by more than half and had completely lost his reason.

Joelson raised his head to look at him. He frowned slightly and said to Archibald with an extremely disdainful expectation, "I originally did not think that someone who was as famous as the Holy Zither would turn out to be trash like you. I'm very disappointed."

"The Holy Zither has at least figured out the embryonic form of the domain. As for you..."

Joelson said disdainfully and coldly, "It's just a monster that's half-human and half-dragon."

Although Archibald had lost his mind, his wisdom was still there. He could understand what Joelson meant.

Blood red instantly covered his eyes. He pounced down fiercely.

The onlookers were all dumbfounded.

A monster that was half-human and half-dragon?

To dare to say such words to Archibald, who was in a berserk state, Joelson could be considered the number one person under the throne.

This was not the end.

Joelson looked directly at Archibald, who was very ferocious in both appearance and state, and the gorgeous meteor sword appeared in his hand.

A ray of light shot out from his eyes as Joelson rushed forward with the sword in his hand and said.

"Do you think you can match up to a true peak-stage saint-level dragon? You're courting death!"

Only then did the onlookers react.

"I almost forgot that even a peak-stage saint-level black dragon king was slaughtered by him! No matter how powerful Archibald is, can he match up to the Black Dragon King, Kokonoro? !"

With each step he took, the void beneath his feet rose. The meteor sword emitted a dazzling white-gold light.

The dragon that Archibald had turned into was silver-white in color but it was surrounded by a thick red mist. It looked exceptionally brutal.

Joelson slashed out with his sword, cutting through the layers of red mist on Archibald's body.

He left a deep wound on his flesh that exposed his bones.

When the platinum power burst out at full force, even the dragon scales of a peak saint-level dragon could not withstand it.

Archibald felt the pain and his blood-red color became even more vibrant.

However, he had no way to deal with Joelson. In his eyes, Joelson, who was bursting with platinum light, was like a hedgehog. Not to mention fighting with him, even if he just got close, he would be injured.

The difference in size between Joelson and Archibald was very big but he had to use his human body to suppress a terrifying dragon so that it could not raise its head.

This scene was too shocking in the eyes of the crowd.

Dragon blood rained down, accompanied by a white-gold sword light.

The surrounding saint-level powerhouses kept retreating, not daring to get close to the place where the two were fighting.

There was a late-stage saint-level powerhouse who thought that his strength was not bad. But he was proud and unwilling to retreat.

The white-gold sword light slashed across his body. His combat aura, armor, and the powerful physique of a saint-level knight were as fragile as paper.

Pa!

A strong arm fell to the ground. If someone had not pulled him from the side...

His body would have been cut open by now.

The saint-level powerhouse covered the wound on his broken arm. His face was full of pain and fear.

The others also showed fear in their eyes. Only now did they understand.

It was not that Archibald had become weaker but it was Joelson.

He was too strong!

When the golden flames ignited in Joelson's eyes, the battle situation completely collapsed.

Archibald's mouth continuously let out a roar filled with pain and anger. His body was covered in dense wounds.

He looked extremely miserable.

He had inherited the powerful self-healing ability of the Dragon Clan but it had no effect on these wounds. The residual platinum sword light in the wounds was still desperately drilling into the wounds like a living creature.

Just as Joelson was about to cut off one of Archibald's claws and end the battle, an extremely powerful aura suddenly burst out from the distance.

Light Pillars of ten colors appeared from an extremely distant place, extending from the ground to the sky that couldn't be seen from the top.

The light pillars clearly exploded outside of the Saint Realm, but the invisible ripples spread all the way to the front of everyone.

Everyone was stunned as they looked in that direction.

Joelson also subconsciously stopped what he was doing.

The burly man who had been hiding in a corner to recover shouted excitedly, "It's there, the ancient ruins! I discovered it! Archibald wanted to kill me because of this!"

In an instant, every saint-level powerhouse's eyes exploded with intense light.

Excitement. Ecstasy. Shock.

What did the ancient ruins mean?

Precious materials. Opportunities for breakthroughs. Powerful inheritances. All kinds of unimaginable benefits!