At that moment.
Zhao Qingyun was truly enraged.
Originally.
In his eyes, Xiao Chen had been.
As insignificant as a speck of dust.
Merely a somewhat repulsive grain of dirt.
Something to brush away with a casual flick.
In truth.
Zhao Qingyun knew in his heart.
The matter involving Luo Jiuxiao.
Had most likely been nothing but a misunderstanding.
Xiao Chen had probably been dragged into it for no reason.
Yet.
He was arrogant to the extreme.
His heart could tolerate no filth.
Since the slanderous affair.
Had entangled Xiao Chen.
Whether he had participated or not.
One stroke of the sword would settle it.
His Dao heart was whole and flawless.
It could suffer no stain.
Just moments earlier.
He had thought killing Xiao Chen was a certainty; a mere twitch of his finger would reduce his opponent to ash in an instant.
Yet.
After they exchanged blows.
The situation slipped out of control.
Defying all expectations.
After his sword strike.
His opponent had remained utterly unmoved.
Without a scratch.
Thwarted in his attempt to kill his foe.
Zhao Qingyun was already seething with frustration.
Who could have expected.
That his opponent would prove to be an unparalleled madman.
Bellowing his defiance.
"A single thought, and a mighty mountain collapses? Reflection Power truly is terrifying!"
"Reflection Power seizes the creative power of heaven and earth and steals the origins of all things. Truly horrifying!"
"It's over. With Zhao Qingyun enraged, that boy from the wilderness has no way out alive. What a pity. With Zhao Qingyun here, we'll have no chance to seize the Dark Demon Heart!"
Glancing at the enormous mountain a thousand meters away, shrouded in luminous purple radiance as it silently collapsed and gradually dissolved into nothingness, the True Dragons of the Ancient Domains felt their