Under the watchful gaze of the audience, the bodies of the eight Giant Dragons were pierced through in an instant, riddled with a thousand wounds. Streams of golden swords shot through their forms, drawing out crimson bloodlines that streaked explosively behind them.
Faced with opponents that had already crumbled, Po Kong showed no sign of stopping. Emperor Sword Dragon continued its onslaught, and under the relentless assault, when Po Kong finally ceased, the eight Giant Dragons were ultimately freed. However... at this point, no one could discern they had ever been dragons.
In midair, eight blurred masses of blood and flesh began to fall with a hopeless thud. The wind in the sky was strong, and just a dozen meters into their descent, the eight Giant Dragons were torn apart by the gusts. By the time they had fallen another hundred meters, they scattered into a haze of blood mist mixed with fragments of flesh and bones.
