He had praised her too soon.
That was Lu Yang's first reaction when he saw that plain-silk hanging river descend toward him. Just as True Lord Flying Snow had said, this was what it meant for dharma power to know no bounds!
To Golden Core True Lords, dharma power itself was meaningless.
Because nearly every True Lord possessed limitless dharma power. What was usually called dharma power consumption was merely when its recovery rate could not keep up with its expenditure rate.
Moreover, while dharma power was infinite, the limit of its output over a short period was not.
That was often what determined the difference in strength between True Lords.
When there was no gap in rank, whoever could unleash more dharma power and greater might at once through their profound arts was naturally stronger.
True Lord Flying Snow was precisely such a person.
If they spoke only of dharma power recovery speed, she was undoubtedly inferior to Lu Yang. That much had been apparent from the outcome of their initial clash of dharma power.
Yet at this moment, the dharma power she unleashed in a single strike had clearly surpassed Lu Yang's limit. Within the scope of that blow, she instead suppressed him. The heavenly waterfall plunged from the sky, and wherever it passed, space collapsed, every profundity shattering beneath its unbearable burden.
And that was not all.
At this moment, Chongguang and True Lord Splendid Silk Brocade, far outside the battlefield, both changed expression slightly as they sensed a terrifying vortex-like suction force sweeping toward them.
Even with their cultivation, they had to exert themselves fully to stabilize their bodies and avoid being dragged over.
The source of that vortex-like suction was the Thousand-Rapids Mystic-Return Pearl hanging high in the sky. It was enough to make it