"Since you used a skill first... don't blame me for abandoning martial ethics."
A dangerous curve tugged at Mo Lin's lips. Facing the Wu Shen Seal descending with the force to suppress all heavens, he neither dodged nor evaded. He did not even change his stance, merely raising his right fist casually.
As his fist rose, a vast, ancient, tyrannical dragon's might—seemingly from the primordial starry sky—erupted from within him!
His blood and qi surged around him, faintly forming the phantom of an Ancient Void Dragon wreathed in chaotic energy, coiling around his right arm! As its dragon eyes opened and closed, stars appeared and vanished!
This punch was not any Origin Technique, but the supreme combat art of the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan—the Taixu Dragon Emperor Fist! A close-combat killing art that had never appeared in this world, forged specifically for the Dragon Clan's supreme physical bodies!
The fist shot forth, and a dragon's roar shook the void!
This punch looked slow, yet it seemed to draw upon the power of the stars throughout the heavens. Wherever its edge passed, space did not shatter; instead, it rippled and twisted like water before ultimately becoming a chaotic vortex that devoured everything! That power was tyrannical and ethereal, carrying the terrifying intent to tear apart entire galaxies!
Then he threw his fist forward, striking directly at the dark-golden seal.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only an incredibly faint sound, as though space itself had been forcibly erased—
"Sss—!"
The sound was soft, yet it made Wu Tong's soul tremble!
In the next instant, beneath Wu Tong's utterly horrified gaze, his Wu Shen Seal, capable of suppressing and killing an ordinary One-Lotus Saint, melted away and vanished without a sound the moment it touched that chaotic dragon fist, like ice and snow