There was not the slightest fear on the Demon Flood Dragon King's face. With a swing of his tail, he lunged viciously forward.
In Lin Xuan's eyes, a flash of ice-cold killing intent passed.
He clenched both hands.
In an instant, five-colored spiritual light surged like glaze, phoenix cries and dragon roars rang out in full force, and a majestic pressure burst forth. Charging at the very front was the Taowu.
Leaving strength aside, among all True Spirits, the Taowu was absolutely renowned for its ferocity.
True Spirits were like this, and the one manifested by the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword was no different.
Almost in a single exchange, it arrived before the Demon Flood Dragon King.
"You don't know whether you live or die!"
The roar of the three-headed Flood Dragon entered the ears. Its foreclaws lifted, then raked downward.
It was a very ordinary strike, yet that momentum was beyond words.
It was as if this single claw contained the power to topple mountains and overturn seas; no matter what stood before it, it could destroy it as easily as crushing rotten wood.
In the Taowu's heart, there was also a sense of danger.
At this moment, the most correct choice should have been to dodge.
To meet its edge head-on could be called foolish to the extreme.
Yet in the Taowu's eyes, there was not the slightest fear.
Dodge?
What a joke. Ferocious by nature, it had never known what retreat was.
So what if it met force with force?
In the Taowu's eyes, a flash of ice-cold killing intent passed. Instead of retreating, it advanced. In an instant, what entered the ears was the roar of tigers and the cry of dragons. Then it raised its head and spat a blazing white pillar of light from