Moto grumbled inwardly as his mountain-like figure crossed the endless sky and closed in on Lin Xuan.
Extreme cold swept over him. Lin Xuan instantly felt as though he had fallen into a world of ice and snow, and had remained there for a long time, to the point that even his power had become somewhat sluggish.
"Not ordinary ice attribute power, but the Yin Attribute Absolute Cold Mystic Essence."
Lin Xuan understood at once. He had no intention of speaking with Moto as all his arts began to circulate.
Above the immortal sea, Rosy Cloud soared into the heavens. Multicolored light surged through his flesh and blood, the Qi of the Three Purities flowed within him, and heaven, earth, and stars evolved.
"Roar!"
A dragon's cry that shook heaven and earth echoed across the firmament. Dense dragon veins of heaven and earth flickered into existence one after another, ethereal and illusory, yet all the more mysterious for it.
A noble aura also erupted from Lin Xuan's body—the majesty of one who stood above others.
Moto was somewhat taken aback. He actually felt as though he were being looked down upon.
"A mere inferior race possesses the dignity of a dragon?"
"Hmph... stealing the dragon race's majesty, you deserve to die!"
As Moto spoke, Lin Xuan dispersed the cold that had enveloped him.
Full control returned to him. Feeling the surging power within his body, battle intent surged through Lin Xuan's eyes.
He paid no heed to Moto's words. All his power gathered together, his eyes turning dark gold as heavenly lightning and threads of wind surged.
The Bagua Diagram unfurled beneath Lin Xuan's feet, and the Cosmos Mystic Essence was driven to its utmost limit.
The war blade shrieked sharply as black-red light of destruction merged with the silver