Xiang Yang charged straight at Yan Mozi with unmatched, tyrannical force, intent on cutting him down. Yet he had not expected the other man to possess the nerve and courage for a desperate counterattack, nor to unleash a move that, even by his current standards, was exceptionally fierce and sharp.
A lifelike dragon head emerged, its eyes, mouth, nostrils, whiskers, and horns all condensed from blazing red flames. The dragon's body behind it was hazy and unstable, clearly not fully formed due to limitations in skill and cultivation. Otherwise, its power would have been several times greater, if not more.
Even so, its divine bearing remained overwhelmingly domineering. Its awe-inspiring demonic might was as vast and profound as heaven and earth, while the violent Fire Energy within it made even Xiang Yang feel immense discomfort. The true qi within his dantian seemed to burn like kindling, rising in vapor like smoke.
If Xiang Yang's dantian were cut open, one would see that above the boundless sea of true qi that had originally seemed as vast as an ocean, wisps of white smoke were drifting upward, magnificent and mysterious.
This was the first time since Xiang Yang's martial arts had reached Great Success that he had encountered someone capable of using sheer cultivation to evaporate and consume his true qi—and this was merely the residual force spread by the Dragon Demon True Fire.
Bingmo Leng Lingpeng's Ice Demon Manifestation had been incomplete, and he could only barely execute it by using a divine cloak as a medium. Yan Mozi, however, relied entirely on his own profound martial cultivation and foundation to unleash the complete Dragon Demon True Fire. The gap between the two was impossible to measure.
"Sure enough, anyone who can become the direct chief disciple of a demonic sect