Hun Miesheng shattered the North Dragon King's sonic attack with a single move. A trace of smugness appeared on his face as he slowly spoke.
"Heh heh, with your strength, it's impossible for you to defeat me!" Hearing Hun Miesheng's words, the North Dragon King also gave a cold snort. In close combat, now that he had transformed into his true form, Hun Miesheng would still be at a disadvantage.
"Heh heh, is that so?"
Upon hearing the North Dragon King's words, Hun Miesheng suddenly let out a cold laugh. He stared at the North Dragon King, and deep within his pupils, an extremely faint wisp of Black Flame flashed past, looking exceptionally eerie.
Hai Bodong narrowed his eyes slightly. In that instant earlier, he had vaguely sensed an eerie power from Hun Miesheng. Not only was this power strange, but it also seemed capable of suppressing the strength within his body.
What exactly is that? Hun Miesheng is only an Early Six-star Dou Sheng, yet he dared speak to me like that before. Could it be that he truly has some sort of backing? Hai Bodong cast a deep glance at the Hall of Souls master floating in midair, suspicion rising in his heart.
The North Dragon King did not notice the eerie power on Hun Miesheng. His enormous pupils, as large as millstones, remained fixed tightly on Hun Miesheng, overflowing with battle intent.
The next moment, the North Dragon King opened his huge mouth once more. A white pillar of light hundreds of zhang wide shot toward Hun Miesheng at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
This white pillar of light seemed to contain a destructive force. Even the void appeared to melt away before it, while several small peaks around the mountaintop collapsed with a thunderous