Chapter 997: Heaven-Grade Dragon Wave, Too Weak!

"Brother Jianbo, I think... it's better to call your nephew back. Once a fight breaks out, it will harm our goodwill!" Rong Kun advised earnestly.

Ao Jianbo said calmly, "Brother Kun, you know the rules of our Dragon Clan. Human martial artists are becoming more and more arrogant, daring to wander right under our noses—this is too much! Today, for your sake, I'll just extract his dragon blood. This man is nothing but an unknown nobody; the White Tiger Clan wouldn't shield such a brat, would they?"

Ao Jianbo's outburst was also selective. Ye Yuan was merely a low-level martial artist at the Formless Realm, hardly worth the White Tiger Clan's notice.

Even if they extracted Ye Yuan's dragon blood, the White Tiger Clan wouldn't make a big fuss.

If Ye Yuan were a mid-to-late stage Dao Profound Realm expert, Ao Jianbo would have to think twice.

After all, this was the White Tiger Clan's territory, and Ye Yuan's presence here must have some connection with the Tiger Clan.

Offending them too deeply would be unwise.

It wasn't surprising that Ao Jianbo was angry. Among human martial artists, the most sought-after demonic beast bloodline was that of the Dragon Clan, so the Dragon Clan deeply detested this.

If Ye Yuan were just a bloodline martial artist, that would be one thing, but he had the audacity to swagger into the demon domain, clearly showing no regard for the Dragon Clan.

In the eyes of Ao Jianbo and the others, Ye Yuan was challenging the Dragon Clan's dignity.

Rong Kun secretly rejoiced, but his face showed a bitter smile: "Brother Jianbo, shielding him is out of the question, but he is still a guest of my White Tiger Clan. If you do this, it puts me in a difficult position! Better to call your nephew back, or if he gets hurt, that wouldn't be good."

Ao Jianbo was taken aback, then laughed: "Hurt Jinhua? Brother Kun, are you joking? A mere Formless Fifth Layer brat hurting Jinhua? That would mean Jinhua has wasted all these years!"

Rong Kun sighed and said, "Brother Jianbo, I've warned you. If you suffer a loss, don't blame me! But I'll say this upfront: if Jinhua loses, you must not bully the weak. If you make a move, I won't stand idly by!"

Ao Jianbo said nonchalantly, "With your word, that's enough! Having me, Ao Jianbo, deal with a Formless Fifth Layer—I can't afford to lose face!"

Rong Kun chuckled inwardly. This old man had been showing off in front of him just now. Using Ye Yuan's hand to cut him down a peg was something he welcomed.

After all, this was the White Tiger Clan's territory. Although the Dragon Clan had sufficient reason, they were still too disrespectful to the White Tiger Clan.

On this side, Ye Yuan was also genuinely angry.

The other party wanted to extract his dragon blood without a word—no one would feel good about that.

"I'm standing right here. If you have the ability to extract my dragon blood, go ahead," Ye Yuan said calmly, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Long Jinhua snorted coldly, "Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit! Since you want to taste what it's like to have your dragon blood extracted alive, I'll grant your wish!"

In front of so many people, Long Jinhua also intended to show off, letting everyone see the strength of the Dragon Clan's younger generation.

"Boom!"

Long Jinhua unleashed his full dragon clan pressure—it was actually King-grade bloodline!

"Fool! Under my King-grade bloodline suppression, your mongrel dragon blood can't exert its full power! How can you fight me?" Long Jinhua said contemptuously.

On the Vermilion Bird Clan's side, a lively young woman laughed lightly, "This human martial artist has some backbone, daring to fight Long Jinhua. King-grade bloodline has absolute suppression over ordinary bloodlines. A Formless Fifth Layer can't possibly be a match for Long Jinhua!"

Another woman with a cold expression said, "Backbone? It's just stupidity! Doing what is impossible is no different from a moth flying into a flame."

These two women, one warm and one cold, were the outstanding younger generation of the Vermilion Bird Clan. The cold one was Luo Wanrong, and the warm one was Luo Jingtong.

They both found Ye Yuan's overreaching act somewhat dismissive.

"Pfft, Senior Sister Wanrong's analogy is vivid. This kid is a bit silly, but he looks quite cute!" Luo Jingtong laughed.

"Hmph! What's cute about him? Human martial artists are the most detestable, refining our demonic beast bloodlines to enhance their strength—they deserve death! Long Jinhua's action is satisfying."

In fact, not only the Vermilion Bird Clan, but the Black Tortoise Clan also thought Ye Yuan was overreaching.

Or rather, Ye Yuan's presence here was itself a mistake.

Moreover, they had no goodwill toward bloodline martial artists like him. After all, they were demonic beasts; they naturally disliked others refining their clansmen's bloodlines to boost power.

Under Long Jinhua's powerful King-grade bloodline suppression, Ye Yuan showed no discomfort and said lightly, "If you had Saint-grade bloodline, I might be a bit wary. But mere King-grade bloodline is nothing special."

Long Jinhua was about to retort when his expression suddenly changed drastically!

Not only Long Jinhua, but everyone present, including Grand Elder Rong Kun, changed expression.

Although they could tell that Ye Yuan possessed dragon bloodline, without him unleashing his bloodline pressure, they couldn't discern its depth.

Rong Kun knew that Ye Yuan could merge with heaven and earth, so Long Jinhua couldn't possibly harm him.

But he hadn't expected Ye Yuan's dragon bloodline to be so strong!

"King-grade bloodline! It's actually King-grade bloodline! How... how is this possible? How can King-grade bloodline appear in a human martial artist?"

"His bloodline power is not inferior to Long Jinhua's at all—this is too exaggerated!"

"Now the Dragon Clan has been slapped in the face! A human martial artist actually possesses King-grade bloodline. This matter won't end peacefully."

The demonic beasts erupted in commotion, shocked by Ye Yuan's bloodline power.

A large portion of them had only ordinary bloodlines, yet this human martial artist bore King-grade bloodline!

Long Jinhua's face was extremely ugly. He had just called Ye Yuan's bloodline mongrel, but was immediately slapped in the face—how could he not be furious?

"King-grade bloodline! Good, very good! It seems today I won't just extract your dragon blood. If you don't confess how you stole the dragon blood, you won't die easily!" Long Jinhua said through gritted teeth.

King-grade bloodline appearing in a human was a great shame for the Dragon Clan.

"Sun-Spanning Heavenly Dragon Claw!"

Long Jinhua hesitated no more and directly struck out with a claw.

A dragon claw materialized out of thin air, carrying terrifying momentum as it attacked Ye Yuan.

Seeing this, Ye Yuan showed disdain and said calmly, "Heaven-grade Dragon Wave, too weak! Spirit-grade Coiling Dragon Sky-Rending Palm!"

Ye Yuan leisurely struck out with a palm, and a cyan dragon soared into the air, directly shattering Long Jinhua's Sun-Spanning Heavenly Dragon Claw.

"Boom!"

The Coiling Dragon Sky-Rending Palm's momentum did not diminish, and Long Jinhua's body was blasted away like a cannonball!