Eighty-one Flood Dragons bared their fangs and brandished their claws, their roars seeming to come from far away. How could that momentum be described as anything less than majestic? The entire sky was filled with terrifying dragon might.
As far as the eye could see, there were only the Flood Dragons' teeth and sharp claws. The Poison Scorpion, originally a hundred zhang long, had given one the feeling of being savage and terrifying, yet now, set against the might of a hundred dragons, it seemed as laughable as a mantis raising its arm to stop a chariot.
"Impossible!"
The freak's panicked voice entered his ears, but at this moment, he had already revealed his original form. Even if he wanted to change moves and dodge, it was too late.
Boom!
The Black Qi that filled the sky and the silver light collided head-on. There was almost no suspense whatsoever; the Scorpion Monster's tail was torn apart under the divine might of the giant dragons as easily as dry weeds before a blade.
Hundred Dragon Fangs!
Originally, it could already be considered one of Lin Xuan's ultimate techniques. Now that he had refined True Dragon Spirit Blood, its power had increased by far more than merely a fold or two.
The move was still the same move as before, but in terms of destructive power, compared to the past, it was no longer on the same level at all.
"No..."
A shrill cry entered his ears. At this moment, the scorpion monster was no longer panicked, but afraid to an indescribable degree. In its two copper-bell-sized eyes, an extremely human look of despair appeared.
Unfortunately, the Immortal Cultivation world did not sell medicine for regret. Only now recognizing how terrifying Lin Xuan was—by then, it was far too late.
Boom!
The