"The winner would be decided now."
As Zhang Ao gathered violet lightning into a furious dragon descending from the heavens, Qian Yun was finally forced to unleash Chop-Hand Golden Light.
The battle between ninth and tenth place in the Golden Core Realm, between the Myriad Wealth Gold and Silver Method and the Purple Extremity Thunder Baleful Method, had reached its final moment.
In an instant, heavenly thunder surged. Zhang Ao held a thunder spear and drew down billowing violet lightning, which came roaring from above like a ten-thousand-zhang startled dragon. At the same time, a dazzling blaze of golden light rose proudly into the sky with unstoppable force, piercing straight through the firmament.
For a moment, the hundreds of thousands of Penglai Golden Core disciples in the spectator stands all widened their eyes and fixed their attention on the battle.
Aang! Aang! Aang!
Dragon roars rang out in waves. The ten-thousand-zhang thunder dragon tore through the air in an instant, its surging lightning scattering the clouds across the sky until only streaks of brilliant thunderbolts remained. Zhang Ao transformed into the thunder dragon, his thunder spear becoming the head of that furious beast as he descended with the might of heaven, trying to force Qian Yun back.
As long as Qian Yun retreated even a fraction, Zhang Ao would win.
But Zhang Ao had not expected that this good-natured man, always soft in manner and smiling at everyone, would now wear such ferocity across that plump, kindly, utterly harmless-looking face.
In an instant, the thunder dragon struck the ground, and golden light shot into the heavens.
That dazzling golden light soared a hundred thousand zhang into the sky, forcibly cleaving apart the descending thunder dragon. It also shattered Zhang Ao's protective spiritual radiance, ripping open his belly and nearly cutting