As the thought turned through his mind, Lin Xuan drew a deep breath and poured even more magic power into the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword. The dragon's roar grew higher and more piercing, and in the True Dragon's eyes surfaced an arrogance that looked down on all under heaven. On the surface of its dragon claws, spiritual light pulsed in and out, and layer upon layer of patterned arrays emerged with it.
He had already driven the Law of Power to the point of perfect mastery.
That majestic, immense force could not be described in words.
Power was originally something with substance but without form, yet at this moment, a mass of hazy white cloud vapor appeared.
To command power to such a degree—not to say there had never been anyone before and would never be anyone after, but looking across the Three Realms, sweeping through past and present, those who could compare with him could be counted on one's fingers.
Lin Xuan was full of confidence, but when he raised his head, he discovered that in the Demon Flood Dragon King's eyes, there was not the slightest trace of fear. The sharp claw did not slow at all, viciously pressing down toward below.
Boom!
A tremendous crash entered the ears. The sharp roar left one dizzy and disoriented. Shockwaves visible to the naked eye lashed outward violently, tearing great holes one after another through the cloud layer.
After that, Gale Winds rose from all sides. Wherever they passed, they were like blade auras and Sword Qi, leaving streak after streak of white marks in the void. Mountains and ground alike were riddled with countless holes.
A dazzling halo of light exploded between the two as well, so bright and piercing that it was impossible to see clearly.
Then a