The only thing that truly threatened Poison Dragon Venerable was a threadlike wisp of power. This invisible, unseen force was no thicker than a needle and thread, yet as it stabbed toward Poison Dragon Venerable's brow, its immeasurable might compressed even his physical body. In that instant, Poison Dragon Venerable felt many of the meridians within him rupture, while countless cracks appeared across his bones.
Void into a Needle!
Ming Ruo's strike was as though she had rolled up the entire void and condensed it into a needle—a needle that nothing could withstand, nothing could resist.
When Gu Liuyun had fought Luo Bei, his attack had likewise been filled with unstoppable power. Yet compared to either Poison Dragon Venerable's or Ming Ruo's strike, it was at least several levels weaker.
An equally invisible force forcefully withstood Ming Ruo's tiny yet supreme power.
In just a single breath, Poison Dragon Venerable had already suffered grave injuries in his clash with Ming Ruo, but this did not affect his fighting spirit in the slightest.
Ming Ruo's strength had always been within Poison Dragon Venerable's expectations. That was why he had given Nan Liyue ten breaths of time. Those ten breaths were already a concession Poison Dragon Venerable had made in light of Ming Ruo's power. Now, given Poison Dragon Venerable's cultivation, it was absolutely impossible for him to make a greater concession.
If he yielded again and again, then in a battle between experts of Poison Dragon Venerable's and Ming Ruo's level, it would be tantamount to breaking the cultivation of his own valiant, ever-advancing resolve. His cultivation might very well stagnate from then on.
Though Ming Ruo's strike had grievously wounded him, not a ripple arose in Poison Dragon Venerable's mind.
From the instant he attacked, his entire being seemed to