Flower Blooms and Falls

The Hundred Flowers Saint underwent a sudden transformation, his aura erupting as he became a completely different person from before.

Even his gaze had changed, his eyes as deep as a Black Hole, devoid of their usual frivolity and arrogance.

The one now in control was the Hundred Flowers Saint's past-life self.

This soul had traversed the long ages and seen the light of day again within this body!

He raised his head to look at the giant dragon swooping down on him. Casting aside the folding fan he had used before, he reached out and grabbed at empty space, and a white long spear appeared in his hand. He thrust it furiously at the dragon.

His strength far surpassed what it had been before, forcibly breaking free from the pressure binding him.

A huge flower blossomed at the spearpoint and spun at high speed, colliding with the dragon's gaping maw in midair with a deafening crash.

Space shattered, and a vast expanse of dark void appeared in the air. There was no space within that void; anyone who touched it would be shredded by a force of destruction.

Waves of energy spread layer upon layer—thousands of zhang, tens of thousands of zhang, ten li, a hundred li...

Even the buildings of the major transcendent factions were struck by the impact.

Several Mystic Gods took action one after another, blocking the aftershocks to prevent innocent people from being harmed. Not only the bystanders—even these Mystic Gods were greatly astonished.

"These two juniors are truly evenly matched. They are even stronger than I imagined."

"This battle is already approaching a clash between Mystic Gods. Its momentum is immense, with a Mountain-Swallowing Aura."

"I wonder who will win in the end."

"The Hundred Flowers Saint's past life even surpassed the Mystic Gods.