The purple dragon fist flame was cut by the silver light and was finally dissolved in the end.

Ding Hao remained calm. He was still standing where he was and kept throwing out punches. Though they seemed slow, the fists were actually fast.

Immediately after, long and drawn-out dragon roars began to echo in the sky. Numerous purple dragons whistled and moved about as if the dragon tribe had already descended. It was miraculous.

A purple heavenly dragon ...