"He actually... blocked it!"
"The Flood Dragon Ancestor is an Emperor who fell from the Emperor Realm, unmatched in ferocity. Even with a divine weapon in hand, that boy should never have been able to withstand a single blow from him!"
"All we can say is that both the boy and the Dragon Slayer Sword defy heaven itself!"
Xiao Chen's strike stunned heaven and earth. Every creature watching was shaken, their pupils contracting and their voices trembling.
"The Dragon Slayer Sword! You really have the Dragon Slayer Sword!"
The Flood Dragon Ancestor hung across the sky, his demon body as massive as a divine mountain. His scales gleamed coldly and burned with fire, making him resemble an unrivaled Demon God. He stared at the peerless divine weapon in Xiao Chen's hand, which seemed to have just awakened and returned from an endless abyss, his eyes filled with outrage, venom, and wariness.
The Dragon Slayer Sword was the nightmare of every member of the Dragon Race in the Mortal World.
That fear was rooted deep in their marrow, embedded in their souls.
No matter how powerful the Flood Dragon Ancestor had once been, the sight of that sword terrified him out of his wits and sent a chill down his spine.
Countless ages ago, his Dragon Race had merely devoured ten billion two-legged sheep, yet the Dragon Slayers had emerged out of nowhere, wielding the Dragon Slayer Sword and slaughtering the Dragon Race of the Mortal Realm to the brink of extinction.
Though the Flood Dragon Ancestor was a Flood Dragon, True Dragon blood flowed within him. His dread and fear of the Dragon Slayer Sword had been passed down through that same bloodline.
"What an astonishing strike!" Xiao Chen himself was rather surprised. This was his first time activating the