Nine dragon patterns hovered around Ye Mo, instantly drawing everyone's attention, especially Zi Baihe. Seeing the nine dragon patterns around Ye Mo, he even wondered if he was seeing things.
"Nine golden dragon patterns, I heard there's a bloodline prodigy in the clan recently who's condensed nine dragon patterns. Could it be him?"
"His bloodline talent rivals the ancestors."
Ye Mo ignored the crowd, fixating his eyes on the Dragon Pattern Stele. The nine dragon patterns on the stele were all lit, representing Ye Mo's nine dragon patterns.
Boom!
Ye Mo punched with incredible force, like the cries of black dragons, channeling all the light from the nine dragon patterns into the punch, directly striking the Dragon Pattern Stele. The nine shining dragon patterns lit up in red one by one.
One! Two! Three! Four! Five!
