This heavenly tribulation contained three kinds of destructive energy. It seemed the Heavenly Dao wanted to destroy an aberration like Fang Mo, who should not exist.
The Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm cultivators watched with numb scalps. Faced with such might, they admitted that few of them could withstand it. Even the True Lords wore grave expressions.
Fang Mo slowly raised his head toward the sky. There was neither sorrow nor joy in his eyes. Only after entering the seventh realm of the Savage Body Refinement Art had he truly stepped onto the cultivation path of the Ancient Desolation Clan. No one knew better than him how powerful the Savage Ancient True Body Realm was.
True Dragon Blood now flowed through his body. The True Dragon Soul had fused with the battle souls of ten beasts, granting him the innate power to command the laws of heaven and earth.
This was a path different from the Golden Core and Nascent Soul Tribulation—a cultivation path closer to the source of heaven and earth.
Today, he would let the world witness the might of the Ancient Desolation Clan. Blazing light burst from his eyes, and the blood in his body began to boil like surging lava.
"Battle Blood Boiling!"
Fang Mo's voice rumbled like thunder. Countless blood-red markings suddenly covered his body, erupting with blazing crimson light. His body grew larger once more—his upper body rose higher, his four limbs thickened, dragon patterns emerged along his arms as though they had turned into dragon arms, and his eyes darkened into the color of blood.
Roar!
Fang Mo threw back his head and roared at the heavens, his terrifying aura battering heaven and earth.
"Savage Dragon Heaven-Rending Hand!"
As he roared, a phantom emerged and transformed into a thousand-zhang figure. Countless golden dragon battle