Boom!
The cloud-fiend aura scattered in all directions. More than half of the towering dragon body had been refined away, leaving only a dragon head as vast as a mountain to fall from the sky and smash heavily into the sea.
Half the flesh and blood on that dragon head had already been burned to ash by the Fire Calamity, and even the exposed bones bore traces of char. That a dragon body, which should have endured ten thousand tribulations without decay, could be reduced to such a state showed that its divine marrow had long since been devoured clean, causing it to lose its supernatural nature and no longer possess the transcendence a True Dragon ought to have.
Above the dragon head.
The handsome young man in fluttering Daoist robes stood with his hands behind his back. The Circular Light of his divine ability hung behind him like a bright moon, making his appearance all the more solemn, precious, and unfathomable.
Tian Qiu is dead.
For a moment, who knew how many Foundation Establishment True Persons who witnessed this scene held their breath? Even those at Foundation Establishment Perfection frowned.
What an insidious divine ability.
In that final instant, Tian Qiu's Fortune clearly fluctuated. This man also understood Karma; he used a karmic art to sever Tian Qiu's life force at the end.
Could he really be a True Person of our Sacred Sect?
In Jiangbei, amid the boundless Cloud Sea, Hongju furrowed his brow. As he recalled the process by which Tian Qiu had just died, suspicion gradually surfaced in his heart.
At the same time, Suo Huan below had yet to recover his senses.
Tian Qiu was dead! A True Dragon Bloodline, the Dragon Lord's second son, and indisputably the foremost cultivator beneath the overseas True Lords—he