Among those under ten thousand years old, reaching the seventh level of the Annihilation Realm already made one a rare, extraordinary genius. As for the eighth level, outside the Tai Yu imperial clan's Tai Yu bloodline, only a handful had appeared in the past several million years.
Sizzle!
Blood Drop's mixed origin Pulse Field kept expanding. She had barely appeared, yet she had already filled countless people with despair. Before that rolling, blood-filled maw, Fengting Haolong's azure-and-crimson dragon-sparrow Pulse Field looked somewhat weak.
But a weaker Pulse Field did not mean a weaker fighter.
"The eighth level?"
Fengting Haolong was even happier. Losing a match between equals would have been a shame, but fighting from a weaker position freed him of that burden. He had not wanted to face Blood Drop at first, but his outlook had changed.
All he wanted now was a battle that would shake heaven and earth!
"Blood Drop, cripple him!" Not far away, Yin Chen had a bellyful of anger and could only rely on Blood Drop to vent it.
He was trying to stoke the conflict between the disciples of the Mixed Origin Military Palace and the Soaring Dragon Palace, but neither Fengting Haolong nor Blood Drop seemed to hear a word he said.
Fengting Haolong was still the one who attacked first!
He commanded his mixed origin Pulse Field, rode the dragon and sparrow, and gripped his sword with both hands. Treating the blood-red Pulse Field as the sky itself, he soared straight toward it!
A heaven-defying Eonic God technique!
"Imperial Skies Cloud Dragon Sword Canon!"
That radiant sword art erupted from the Regal Dragon Sword. Fengting Haolong became a streak of blazing azure-white light and plunged into the blood pool!
He, the Regal Dragon Sword, and the Ten Thousand Sparrow Feathers pierced