Supreme Lord of Towers

One punch!

With just one punch, the Saint Son of the Sword Immortal Sect, Mo Bai, was explosively defeated by Zi Yu.

This scene had completely upended everyone's imagination.

"My god! Mo Bai couldn't even withstand a single move from him, how is this possible!"

"Just how powerful is the strength of this Purple Gold Dragon Race?"

The genius disciples of various Immortal Sects all gasped in shock, their expressions turning incredibly grim.

Even the disciples from the Ziwei Sacred Land frowned, their eyes filled with deep wariness.

"Damn it, how can the physical body of this Purple Gold Dragon Race be so strong, able to unleash the power of four hundred million tigers?

"Forget about Mo Bai, even the disciples from the Ziwei Sacred Land may not be his match."

The elder generation of powerhouses from various Immortal Sects were also shocked by Zi Yu's strength.

They knew that the physical bodies of the Purple Gold Dragon Race were extremely formidable, far beyond what ordinary Human Race could compare to.

But they hadn't expected Zi Yu's physical body to be this powerful.

One must know that even in the Yellow Cloud World, for a rare genius with high Body Refining Talent, it was difficult to possess the physical power of two hundred million tigers even at the Profound Pill Realm.

Yet Zi Yu had already reached the level of four hundred million tigers.

It shows just how terrifying he is!

"Tower Spirit! The physical bodies of the Dragon Race are just too strong! Any random member of the Purple Gold Dragon Race has the power of four hundred million tigers; no wonder they are so arrogant." Even Ye Chen couldn't help but exclaim.

He cultivated his physical body himself, so he clearly understood what the physical power of four hundred million tigers meant!

Even if he cultivated the Golden Flood Dragon Technique to the Perfection Realm, his physical body could only increase by two hundred million tigers of power.

Yet in the Yellow Cloud World, he could already overpower the majority of geniuses.

But this Purple Gold Dragon Race before him possessed the physical power of four hundred million tigers, among the Profound Pill Realm cultivators of the Yellow Cloud World, there are barely anyone who can compare with him.

This truly makes one sigh in admiration.

"Master, not all Purple Gold Dragon Race are this strong; this particular Purple Gold Dragon Race is a Nascent Soul scion, equivalent to a genius with Nascent Soul Bloodline among the pure-blood Human Race, which is why he is so powerful." The Tower Spirit explained to Ye Chen.

"I see." Ye Chen suddenly came to a realization.

The Purple Gold Dragon Race before him was equivalent to Hong Xue and Bai Feng among the Azure Cloud Six Sons, offspring of Nascent Soul Realm powerhouses.

Therefore, it's quite normal for him to have such powerful physical strength.

What Ye Chen didn't expect was that the Dragon Race had sent out such a formidable existence right at the start.

This makes it hard for the younger generation of the Yellow Cloud World to confront them!

"This Purple Gold Dragon isn't even the strongest; over there is another Purple Gold Dragon, a Quasi-God scion. Except for the master, no one among the younger generation here can defeat him.

In the end, it's because the Human Race of the Yellow Cloud World is too weak." The Tower Spirit couldn't help but shake his head.

You have to know that the young cultivators gathered here were considered rare geniuses in the Yellow Cloud World.

Yet there are very few who can contend with Zi Yu, let alone the Quasi-God scion.

This is indeed a lamentable situation!

"As long as I am here today, I won't let the Yellow Cloud World lose! After all, I am a part of the Yellow Cloud World!" Ye Chen declared with a resolute tone, a soaring battle intent emanating from his entire being.

Being a native of the Yellow Cloud World, he naturally wouldn't stand by and watch as the Dragon Race trampled the dignity of the Yellow Cloud World.

"Ha! Trash is trash, truly vulnerable! Do you mean to say that in the Yellow Cloud World, you can't find a single decent expert? How disappointing." At this time, Zi Yu arrogantly raised his head and remarked conceitedly.

"Damn it!"

"His strength is just too great, if we go up, we'll just be courting death!" The disciples of various Immortal Sects ground their teeth, their eyes filled with intense humiliation.

They originally believed that there shouldn't be a major gap between their strength and that of the Dragon Race.

After all, they were all rare geniuses in the Yellow Cloud World.

But now, they realized how foolishly ignorant they were.

This Purple Gold Dragon Race before them could easily defeat Mo Bai with a flick of a finger.

Even the elder generation of powerhouses said that his physical body possessed four hundred million tigers of power, far stronger than them.

Even powerhouses like Ye Fei and Ji Mengxuan might not be able to defeat him if they came.

So they were truly in despair.

"This guy, within the Purple Gold Dragon Race, must also be a rare genius; we have no reason to belittle ourselves.

There are also such prodigies within our Human Race." Someone spoke up.

"That's right, if the Candidate Saint Son of our Ziwei Sacred Land were here, crushing him would not be an issue!" A disciple of the Ziwei Sacred Land retorted, unwilling to yield.

The Candidate Saint Sons of the Ziwei Sacred Land possess terrifying strength, far surpassing core disciples like Ji Mengxuan.

If they were here, there would be no room for the Dragon Race to be arrogant!

"Let me go face him!" At this moment, a remarkably handsome young man spoke up.

This young man turned out to be Zhao Yu, a core disciple of the Ziwei Sacred Land.

He could be considered the most powerful among the geniuses entering the Ancient Ruins this time, aside from Ye Chen.

Even Ye Fei and Ji Mengxuan were not his match.

He could naturally see that the strength of this Purple Gold Dragon Race was extremely formidable, even comparable to the Azure Cloud Six Sons.

However, to uphold the dignity of the Yellow Cloud World, he decided to stand forth and engage in battle.

This is the courage that a cultivator from the Yellow Cloud World must possess.

Otherwise, no matter how strong his strength, what meaning would it hold?

"Zhao Yu, it's Zhao Yu, the core disciple of the Ziwei Sacred Land."

"Fantastic, with Zhao Yu personally taking action, we are bound to win this time!"

Disciples from various Immortal Sects cheered in excitement, their faces filled with utmost enthusiasm.

Many among them had witnessed the battle between Zhao Yu and Chi Feng.

Even though Zhao Yu ultimately lost to Chi Feng, his strength was still recognized by everyone.

Because of this, everyone believed that with Zhao Yu personally in action, he should be able to crush that arrogant Purple Gold Dragon Race.

"Ha! The aura of this Human Race is quite strong, unlike the other Human Races, who are pathetically weak!" Among the Dragon Race, Huo Feng gazed at Zhao Yu with interest, as if eyeing a delicious prey.

"Indeed! It's making my hands itch, why not let me take him down?" Zi Shan beside Huo Feng sneered, his demeanor eager to act.