Ao Cheng smiled and shook his head.
If the Ancient Sacred Body is considered trash, then among the billions of races in the world, not even trash would be worthy of mention.
Thinking of this, he casually waved his hand, releasing a gust of True Qi that enveloped Yun Zhan, removing him from the arena.
Gasping for breath, Yun Zhan lay beneath the platform, greedily inhaling fresh air, his eyes full of displeasure as he looked at Xu Wendong.
He hadn't expected Xu Wendong to endure for so long; to him, this was indeed a slap in the face.
After all, he possessed the cultivation level of Out-of-Body Peak Stage.
Yet now, he couldn't compare to a mere Foundation Establishment ant; how could his heart be at ease?
After another quarter of an hour passed.
The third Golden Dragon roared onto the platform, once again piercing through the bodies of Xu Wendong and Mu Chuan.
It began to rotate rapidly in a clockwise direction.
"It hurts so much!"
