Dragon Might

"Hold head high--"

A dragon's roar,

The winds rise and the clouds surge.

Earth-shattering.

This Qiyun Mountain, which has the name of a celestial being but no celestial body,

Today, it seems to have finally welcomed its true owner.

It has become a truly sacred mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, all the mortals looked up at the sky, their faces filled with astonishment.

Although I could only catch glimpses of it through the clouds and fog, I was filled with indescribable excitement.

Unlike the shocked and excited mortals at the foot of the mountain,

The old man atop the mountain felt only fear.

His martial arts skills have reached a pinnacle.

His strength was overwhelming in the world.

He has already reached the pinnacle of humanity.

Their perception of the changes in heaven and earth and all things is far beyond what ordinary people can achieve.

But precisely because of this,

Only then did he feel fear and despair.

The moment that aura descended from the sky,

He felt as if the entire sky had suddenly pressed down on him.

It's not just about having a powerful aura anymore.

Rather, it is the might of Heaven.

Mysterious and unpredictable, the majestic power of the heavens is vast and boundless.

Without reason, without pity, with a cold indifference that regards all things as straw dogs,

Looking down upon all living beings in the mortal world, crushing all life.

Before this supreme and unparalleled power of heaven and earth,

His so-called Martial Dao prowess, which supposedly overwhelmed the world, was as insignificant as a speck of dust.

The old man was trembling.

Both body and soul.

His life,

I've never known what fear or apprehension is, from childhood to adulthood.

Even when surrounded by thousands of troops or facing formidable enemies, they never retreated in the slightest.

He thought his heart was already as still as water, as calm as a still well.

But I never imagined I would only find out today.

Deep in his soul,

Fear still lingers.

"Hold head high--"

Dragon's Roar Shakes the Universe

The sea of clouds surged.

A magnificent and majestic dragon head emerged from the sea of clouds.

His golden, vertical pupils radiated a cold light that disregarded all living beings.

The old man's expression changed again.

In his pursuit of the ultimate Martial Dao, he traversed famous mountains and rivers, and traveled to desolate and remote regions, encountering countless rare and exotic beasts.

Yet I have never seen a dragon, this supreme being from mythology.

I originally thought it was just a myth or legend.

But unexpectedly, it actually appeared in front of him at this moment.

This once again overturned the elderly's perceptions and values.

With the appearance of this mythical creature

The terrifying pressure was revealed once again, though not as vast and unpredictable as before, it was targeted and pressed down on the old man.

The old man's back was pressed down.

He became hunched over.

Large beads of sweat dripped continuously from his face.

The girl beside her had already knelt on the ground, trembling all over, utterly terrified.

But the old man did not kneel.

I don't know if it's because of the dignity of unparalleled power, or because of human arrogance itself.

He did not bow down to this mythical creature.

Seeing that the mortal before him dared to be so disrespectful to him,

The Divine Dragon in the sky was enraged.

The enormous dragon's mouth opened, revealing sharp, gleaming white fangs.

Countless wisps of water vapor condensed wildly in its mouth.

A terrifying aura of power then spread in all directions.

The old man's face changed drastically.

He never expected that simply refusing to kneel would provoke the Divine Dragon's fury.

This mythical creature is far too petty.

Feeling the terrifying power,

Seeing her granddaughter kneeling behind her, trembling with fear,

The old man's face showed a resolute expression.

The hunched back slowly straightened.

A powerful aura emanated from him.

Although not as vast and unparalleled as the Divine Dragon,

Yet, like wild grass on a cliff, it is tenacious and resilient, refusing to be broken.

The old man's face showed determination, radiating an indomitable spirit.

They actually wanted to use a mortal body to fight against the legendary Divine Dragon.

His posture was like a pine tree.

Its momentum is like a sword.

An invisible, eerie power emanated from its body, and under the majestic Dragon Might, it actually supported a small world.

But this was merely the oppressive aura of the Divine Dragon.

Let him struggle on.

If the Divine Dragon were to unleash its supreme Divine Ability, how would he possibly defend himself?

But the old man still didn't back down.

It wasn't just to protect his granddaughter, but also out of pride as an unparalleled powerhouse.

He thought he was invincible.

But unexpectedly, an enemy came from the sky.

Without distinguishing right from wrong, they immediately exerted overwhelming pressure upon meeting them, and now they even want to annihilate them.

Such arrogance and domineering behavior

It's not a Divine Beast or a true dragon at all.

It's clearly Demon Beast, wicked dragon.

Although I am no match for you, I will not allow you to wreak havoc on the world.

Even if it means exhausting all one's cultivation and ultimately dying, one must fight to the death with this crippled body.

The old man's aura became even stronger.

The Sword Intent was sharp and fierce, the Sword Qi crisscrossed.

With a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve, even to the point of mutual destruction.

But just as the Divine Ability within the Divine Dragon's mouth was fully condensed,

Just as the old man was in a state of perfect harmony, gathering his strength and ready to unleash his power,

A clear, ethereal voice drifted slowly from the heavens and earth.

"Okay, that's enough."

The sound was vast and elusive, yet it carried a cold and ruthless absolute will.

The arrogant and domineering Divine Dragon, who had just been so arrogant, immediately transformed into a docile and obedient pet upon hearing this voice.

The enormous water sphere that had been formed shattered and dissipated as the dragon's mouth closed.

The old man was dumbfounded.

His Martial Dao prowess, fully amassed and ready for a desperate attack, was left hanging in the balance.

Making a move is not the right thing to do.

Not taking action is not an option either.

He was almost suffocating.

But the Divine Dragon's Dragon Might in the sky had faded, and its Divine Ability had dissipated.

He couldn't very well take the initiative to attack again.

That would be truly ungrateful.

Immediately,

The Sword Intent and sword momentum emanating from the old man gradually dissipated.

So they shifted their gaze away from the Divine Dragon.

Go and search for that elusive, ethereal voice.

But no matter how much he longed for it, how much he searched,

Not a trace of the immortal could be found.

It was as if the voice came from beyond the heavens, arose from the void, and descended from the Unseen.

His form was unseen, his location unheard, only his voice echoed between heaven and earth.

A hint of disappointment flashed in the old man's eyes.

However, just as he was about to give up, he suddenly felt his trouser leg being gently tugged.

The old man bowed his head.

He saw his granddaughter kneeling on the ground, secretly tugging at his trouser leg with one hand and pointing to his right side with the other.

The old man turned his head to look in the direction his granddaughter was pointing.

Then it felt like I'd been struck by lightning.

They stood there, stunned.

Outside the thatched hut,

Under the green pine trees,

Stone table

A figure in white appeared out of nowhere.

The person who came sat there Jingjing.

Clad in white as snow, he remained silent and still.

Her clothes fluttered in the mountain breeze, and she looked down at the surging sea of clouds. She was so quiet that she seemed to blend into the mountains and mist, without making a sound, as if she had always lived here.

The old man was very excited.

His expression was completely different from when he first saw the Divine Dragon.

It wasn't shock, it wasn't tension, and it certainly wasn't fear.

Rather, it is a joyful feeling of seeing the moon after the clouds have parted.

His eyes swelled with the burning emotion of a long-awaited moment, his hands trembled slightly, and he gazed at the white-clad figure for a long time.