"Not good!"
Ao Jin's expression changed drastically, as the punch came at him, he felt the power inside his body moving as slowly as a snail.
"Absolute suppression by the ancestral Dragon Bloodline!"
"This is absolute bloodline suppression!"
Ao Jin roared inwardly; how could this be possible? Bloodline absolute suppression? In the entire Dragon Domain, no more than ten people could exert such Divine Skills!
These ten people were all top-ranked geniuses!
"Block it for me!"
"Bang!"
With one claw, he collided with Ren Changsheng's punch. In the next moment, Ren Changsheng's body kept backpedaling, while the Dragon God figure was also sent flying.
"Boom!"
The ground trembled, and Ao Jin's body left a crater thousands of feet wide on the ground.
"What did I just see, Ao Jin, the prodigy of the Dragon Domain, was sent flying!"
"You saw right, I saw it too!"
"Isn't this Ren Changsheng a True God? Could he be concealing his cultivation level?"
