Dragon King Sword

Qi Yu had never been so frightened. To him, who was also a demon, the pressure from the real dragon was like the might of heaven and he could not resist it at all.
At this moment, everyone in the field felt their whole bodies rumbling, as if their blood had stopped flowing. Facing that indescribable pressure, they were like ants, feeling fear deep in their bones.
"What kind of pressure is this?"
"This kid actually has such a trump card?!"
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At this moment, except for the cultivators...