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 with five claws lingered around Ding Hao's spine like a divine Dragon King. Its body was as thick as a giant cauldron, shining with a purple metal texture. Every scale was clear. The dragon's beard was swaying. It was exhaling purple flames, roaring and shaking the void.
Ding Hao activated the energy of the Purple Emperor Jade in Stone to
