Afterward, Lin Xuan clenched both hands, and a crackling series of explosive sounds kept ringing in his ears. His body likewise grew larger amid dazzling spiritual light.
It swelled wildly against the wind, transforming in an instant into a colossal figure over a hundred zhang tall.
Then Lin Xuan stretched out a palm as large as a palm-leaf fan and seized the enlarged Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword. Afterward, he lowered his head and glanced at the Flood Dragon not far away, held the sword in both hands, and slowly slashed forward.
Rip...
It was as if brocade cloth had been torn apart. Razor-sharp Sword Qi answered the sound and shot out; wherever it passed, the void was like clay sculpture and paper paste, and a long rift appeared.
However, this was no spatial secret art, but because the sword light was so vast and majestic that this stretch of space could no longer withstand it.
When the Demon Flood Dragon King saw it, his expression could not help turning incomparably ugly.
That was right—his fleshly body was extremely formidable, but he had absolutely no confidence that he could withstand this strike. And just then, it was already too late to dodge.
A trace of grim resolve could not help flashing across the Demon Flood Dragon King's face.
His twin claws danced, and the sound of rending air erupted. Dense, countless claw-lights emerged in the void, like a sudden storm of wind and rain, bombarding that sword light.
But just this alone was clearly still not powerful enough.
Then he raised his head again and opened his bloody maw.
Dragon Breath!
A stream of black demonic energy sprayed from his mouth.
It gathered toward the center, and an enormous black ball of light appeared in view.
Like a meteor falling to