"Even a mayfly dares to gamble its life against the heavens?"
Xiao Qing snorted coldly, a frosty smile curling across her lips as she looked mockingly at Tang Hao beside the dragon throne.
With such meager cultivation, he actually dared to call himself a god? He truly did not know the immensity of heaven and earth!
A sword condensed in her hand. Facing the black tidal wave rushing toward her, Xiao Qing remained utterly calm.
She raised the longsword high, and a vast, boundless aura gathered along its edge. Azure light illuminated the entire hall.
An azure dragon, as though carved from jade, slowly formed around the sword. A deafening dragon roar rang out, and the surrounding space seemed to flicker between light and darkness under the pressure of the dragon's aura.
With a simple downward slash, the azure dragon surged forth, charging grandly toward the wave-like Black Mist.
After only one exchange, the Black Mist was defeated. The black fog vanished the instant it touched the azure dragon, yet the dragon's momentum did not diminish in the slightest.
Seeing the azure dragon bearing down on him, Tang Hao was shaken to the core. Though his face had no muscles and revealed no change in expression, his terror was still plain to see.
Tang Hao raised his massive scythe before his chest, intending to use it to block the azure dragon. The scythe was not only his strongest trump card, but also his final means.
After becoming a god, he had thought he could easily eliminate everyone present. What he had not expected was that even after becoming a god, the gap in strength between them remained so enormous.
Perhaps he had only just become a god? Perhaps his strength had not yet stabilized? Maybe only the true divine artifact