Zi Jiao let out a long roar. He used his most powerful strength and moves. All his strength gathered together and transformed into a purple dragon.

Rushed over.

Bang!!!

Then, something shocking happened. The purple dragon transformed by Zi Jiao looked like it was made of glass, under Du Xiaofan's pole.

It starts from the head and then spreads to the tail.

Click click click...

Bang!

Broken, the purple dragon was broken.

"ah!!!"

Zi Jiao let out a shrill scream and transformed back into its original form, a one-horned dragon with purple scales all over its body, and then there was a 'bang' sound.

It exploded into pulp.

Not even the soul could be left behind.

"..."

Qingluan's pupils shrank, and there was a horrified look in his eyes.

He originally thought that even if Ziyu lost, there would still be a big battle, but he never expected that the outcome would appear in one move.

Moreover, there are no bones left in Zijiao.

"Ah!! Lord Du, please spare your life! Please spare your life!!! We were forced, by this beast Zi Jiao, and we don't want this either!!"

The three Yang brothers knelt on the ground and prayed.

Puff puff puff!!!
Chapter completed!