Just then, the Green Wind inside the arena seemed impatient with this prolonged struggle. With a loud shout, "Break for me!" a burst of emerald light erupted from him, rapidly swirling towards the two yellow-clad figures who were besieging him. Seeing this, the two yellow-clad men also bellowed, and simultaneously, a wave of yellow light surged from both of them, meeting the green light head-on in a combined assault.

The three beams of light collided, immediately eliciting a world-shaking roar. The very ground where they fought was blasted into a massive crater, dozens of meters deep and wide, by the sheer, abnormal power of the exchange.

It was clear how devastating that strike had been—its power was comparable to that of a forbidden curse.

However, the two yellow-clad fighters appeared to have suffered a minor setback, both spitting out a mouthful of blood. The Green Wind also trembled violently, a flush briefly coloring his face; he was clearly injured as well.

Watching this unfold, Mo Han’s mind completely froze. The Green Wind’s skill level had to be at least that of a Human Sword Saint, and the strength of the two yellow-clad men was undoubtedly nearing that same echelon. When had so many masters appeared on the continent? This was utterly outrageous.

At this moment, the Green Wind seized the momentum from the collision and turned, soaring toward the sky, clearly intending to flee. But just then, the white-robed maiden, who had been standing motionless, had suddenly appeared ahead of Green Wind’s escape route. Seeing her, the Green Wind’s expression drastically changed, and he roared, "Get out of my way!" As his words echoed, another wave of green light burst from him, hurtling toward the white-robed maiden blocking his path.

Mo Han, watching from the side, was startled and felt a surge of cold sweat for the white-robed girl. Yet, upon seeing the green light, the maiden showed no panic at all. A golden halo instantly manifested around her, enveloping her tightly. The incredibly potent green light struck the golden ring, yet failed to inflict any damage whatsoever. Upon contact, the green radiance vanished swiftly, as if it had never existed. Mo Han’s jaw nearly dropped; what kind of power was this? It was monstrous.

Seeing his attack repelled by the 'Purple Haze,' the Green Wind seemed unfazed. He merely spoke coldly, "Imperial Bloodline Dou Qi. I hadn't expected your cultivation to reach this depth. Then I shall show you my true power."

Saying this, a surge of green light erupted from the Green Wind, and subsequently, a colossal green dragon materialized in the sky. Mo Han thought his eyes were deceiving him, but upon closer inspection, it was indeed a green dragon. It turned out this Green Wind was of the Dragon race; no wonder he possessed such terrifying and abnormal strength.

Are they all Dragon kin? Mo Han wondered. This green behemoth appeared to be at least seventy or eighty meters long. Standing before it, the white-robed maiden looked no larger than an ant. The massive green dragon roared, "You think I would surrender meekly? Dream on. If you have the guts, catch me, otherwise, everything is off the table."

At that moment, two more resounding dragon roars echoed. The two men in yellow had also transformed, becoming two immense yellow dragons. They appeared slightly smaller than the green dragon, and after transforming, the two yellow dragons flanked the Green Wind, boxing him in to prevent his escape.

The white-robed maiden gazed at the dragonized Green Wind and shook her head. "You still intend to resist? For the sake of our shared Dragon lineage, I warn you again: if we engage in fierce battle in our true forms, the aftermath will be beyond my control. You’ve cultivated diligently for over a thousand years—do you wish for it all to vanish like this?" The green dragon merely let out a cold sneer. "Don't try to frighten me here. Do you think the likes of you can handle me? I think you are merely daydreaming. Show me whatever skill you possess. Besides, my allies are arriving soon; that will be your doom."

Hearing this, the white-robed maiden sighed softly. Then, a golden radiance rose from her body, and a massive golden dragon appeared in the sky. Although this golden dragon appeared considerably smaller than the other three, measuring only about thirty meters in length, the aura it exuded was far more intense than that of the Green Wind and the others. An innate monarchical presence immediately permeated the area. Seeing this, Mo Han understood: this white-robed maiden must be royalty from the Dragon race. Only the Imperial Dragon Clan would possess this golden hue; other dragons simply did not manifest this color. Having been on the Dragon Ascent Continent for so long and often chatting with Daili and the others, Mo Han certainly possessed this basic knowledge.

Witnessing the maiden’s transformation, the green dragon opened its maw and spat a stream of emerald Dragon Breath toward her. The two yellow dragons also launched their attacks, charging at the green dragon. As the Dragon Breath approached the golden dragon, the latter emitted a strange sequence of utterances from its mouth. In front of the golden dragon, a curtain of golden light rapidly materialized. When the green Dragon Breath struck this barrier, it flashed brilliantly before vanishing completely.

Down below, Mo Han immediately thought of the legendary Dragon Language Magic. It was rumored that Dragon Language Magic, like the Human Race's ancient magic, was an inherited art stretching back eons. However, human ancient magic had long since disappeared, while Dragon Language Magic had been preserved throughout the Dragons' vast lifespans. Mo Han had heard that both the power and casting speed of Dragon Language Magic far surpassed existing human spells, but he never imagined the casting speed would be so freakishly fast—instantaneous! It was dozens of times quicker than a human mage’s casting speed. Had he not seen it with his own eyes, Mo Han would never have believed it. No wonder the Dragon race maintained dominance over the continent; relying on this alone put them beyond human comparison.

Meanwhile, the green dragon was already locked in a fierce battle with the two yellow dragons, stirring up the heavens and earth. The golden dragon, however, had begun chanting Dragon Language Magic again. This time, the magic she was weaving seemed to possess immense power, evident from the continuous cadence of her Dragon Tongue incantations. Even casting speed as rapid as Dragon Language Magic required this much time to fully manifest, meaning the resulting spell’s destructive force must be terrifyingly potent. Magic elements in the sky madly converged before the golden dragon.

Leaping...