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In the sky above the glacier in the rainsea, strong gales were howling, energy was flowing in all directions, and dust was dancing in the air.

Ye Xuan stood on the head of the mutated flying dragon, Xiao Qing, as he looked down from above at the gradually calming center of the explosion. His expression gradually turned grave, and his brows knitted together without a trace. His eyes flickered with a sharp light.

Under Ye Xuan's gaze, the energy and smoke from the explosion gradually dispersed, revealing the center of the explosion.

They floated on the surface of the sea, dense and chaotic.

As for the Black Eyed Battleship that was originally parked not too far away, it had been destroyed and sunk to the bottom of the sea due to the destructive force of the explosion, which was quite a pity.

After all, this black-edged warship has been modified many times, and is indeed a pretty good vehicle.

However, this was something that could not be helped. To be able to destroy the Asura King and the others at the cost of a Blackedge Battleship was undoubtedly extremely worth it.

Around the huge hole that was blasted open on the surface of the iceberg, the hand shaped cracks spread out like spider webs, as if they were going to cut this originally vast iceberg into countless pieces, which would cause the iceberg to show signs of breaking.

"Are they all dead?"

Ye Xuan's gaze swept across the crowd, but he didn't find the Asura King, the first generation ancestor of the Leng Clan, or the first generation ancestor of the Song Clan. He muttered words from his mouth.

"Brother Xuan, with such a huge explosion and them in the center of the explosion, even if they didn't die, they would at least be severely injured and shed a few layers of skin!"

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Fang Wujie, who sat on the back of the mutated flying dragon, laughed.

"I can't say, Little Qing … "Let's go down to the surface of the sea and have a look!"

Ye Xuan lightly shook his head as he spoke in a low voice.

"Roar!"

As soon as Ye Xuan finished speaking, the mutated flying dragon released a resonant dragon roar from its mouth. It abruptly flapped its wings and dove downwards, sticking close to the surface of the sea as it flew.

Ye Xuan stood on the head of the mutated flying dragon and coldly gazed at the floating objects on the surface of the sea. His eyes flickered with a sharp light.

Very quickly, Ye Xuan discovered the fragments of the Asura King's golden robe and solemnly said, "Xiaoqing, fly a bit lower!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Xiaoqing obediently nodded her head and flew even lower.

Just as Ye Xuan was about to grab the Asura King's golden robe, something happened.

The calm surface of the sea suddenly exploded open. Three miserable figures rushed out from the bottom of the sea without warning, and before Ye Xuan, Fang Wujie, and the mutated flying dragon could react, they'd already grabbed onto the sharp claws of the mutated flying dragon.

This sudden turn of events caused the expressions of Ye Xuan and the others to be unable to help themselves. The mutated Wyvern fiercely charged towards the sky, attempting to fall from the sky to crash into the three figures that had fallen onto its body.

However, just as the mutated flying dragon took off, the three miserable looking figures suddenly released their grip and landed steadily on the nearby ice, taking deep breaths.

"Clang clang!"

Under Ye Xuan's control, the mutated flying dragon swooped down from the sky and steadily landed in front of the three miserable figures. Ye Xuan and Fang Wujie coldly gazed at the three miserable figures in front of them.

They were none other than the Asura King, the first generation ancestor of the Leng Clan, and the first generation ancestor of the Song Clan.

However, there was a world of difference between their appearances at the moment and the one from the beginning.

The Asura King's golden robe had already been torn apart by the impact of the explosion. His entire body was charred black, and his hair was burnt into a bald spot by the flames of the explosion. The left half of his body was blown into a bloody mess, and his left hand was broken and deformed.

However, this fellow's vitality could be said to be tenacious. The injuries on his body were actually healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In his right hand was a medallion. It was the medallion he had taken out during the auction. Unfortunately, the current medallion no longer had any luster or luster, it was on the verge of shattering.

Evidently, the Asura King was lucky enough to survive after activating the Immortal Emperor Token that the Undying Emperor gave him at the critical moment.

As for the first generation ancestor of the Leng Clan and the first generation ancestor of the Song Clan, their appearances were equally miserable.

The first generation ancestor of the Leng Clan had disheveled hair and his body was charred black. A large number of explosive fragments entered his body, causing his body to be riddled with wounds and wounds, as black blood continued to flow out. If not for his exceptional attainments and unique use of the frost elemental energy, he would have died from excessive loss of blood long ago.

Even so, the Leng Clan's first generation ancestor was still severely injured, with half of his foot in the gates of hell.

The Song Family's first generation Patriarch's hair was charred black, his entire body was torn apart by the explosion's energy, a large area of his skin and flesh was torn apart, his flesh was mangled, and blood was dripping profusely. His left leg was also blasted into a bloody mess by the explosion's impact, breaking apart, and all he could do was temporarily condense a fake leg to maintain his standing posture.

The injuries on his body were no less than that of the first generation ancestor of the Leng Clan and the Asura King.

If it weren't for the fact that the Asura King's medallion created a defensive barrier around them, they would have already been blasted to smithereens. After all, the center of the explosion was simply too close to them.

As for the Leng Clan's second generation ancestor, the Grand Elder and the Song Clan's second generation ancestor, they were not as lucky. They were blasted to smithereens on the spot by the destructive explosive power of the dragon core bomb, falling to their deaths!

The great army formed by the Asura King had only been left with just the three of them. It could be said that it was extremely desperate.

"I didn't expect you three old things to be so lucky. You survived the impact of such a huge explosion!"

Ye Xuan leaped down from the head of the mutated flying dragon and landed firmly in front of the Asura King. His eyes flickered with a cold light as he coldly spoke.

"Ye Xuan, you little bastard, you deserve to die!"

"Little bastard, your scheming is really deep. You actually installed the dragon core bomb into that trash's body!"

"Little bastard, if I don't chop you into pieces today, I swear I won't be a human!"

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, the Asura King, the first generation ancestor of the Leng Clan, and the first generation ancestor of the Song Clan couldn't help but raise their heads and stare at him with venomous gazes. Their mouths were filled with venomous roars.

When had they ever suffered such a huge loss?

When had they ever suffered such a serious injury?

When did they ever end up in such dire straits?

This kind of situation and ending had never appeared in their script before.

They had originally thought that they would have the victory in their hands and that they would be the organizers of this showdown. However, they never expected that they would lose in such a pathetic manner!

If this didn't spread out, it would be enough to make the people in the world laugh.

The rage in their hearts had long since reached the heavens. Only by hacking Ye Xuan into pieces and dismembering him into a thousand pieces would they be able to vent out the hatred in their hearts.