Ming Ye nodded in agreement, having also sensed that Ye Chen’s strength far exceeded their initial estimates. Taking a deep breath, he raised his dragon-bone whip high toward the sky while his other hand rapidly wove complex seals. He shouted in a low, resonant voice, "Nine Heavens Divine Dragons!"
As Ming Ye’s call echoed, the world instantly plunged into chaos. The winds shifted, clouds gathered, and lightning crackled as an oppressive, terrifying aura descended upon the arena. From the depths of the firmament came a series of high, majestic roars, sounding like thunderclaps. The deafening noise caused the hearts of Granny Yin, Old Man Jiu, and the others to tremble, leaving their faces pale with shock.
Suddenly, the crowd watched in horror as the figures of nine divine dragons materialized amidst the thunderclouds. Their immense bodies and shimmering scales radiated a majestic power, as if nine gods had descended from the heavens. The dragons circled in the air, their overwhelming momentum enough to suppress mountains and rivers and shake the souls of all who watched. Their gazes were locked onto Ye Chen, as if waiting to unleash a lethal strike at any moment.
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