Zu Ziyi's sword pointed straight at Zhanlong's forehead. Waves of energy erupted from his entire body, and at that moment, Zhanlong swung its guillotine blade again, sweeping it toward Zu Ziyi!
However, anyone who dared to use sword techniques from that position was either courting death or truly capable of pulling it off. Zhanlong's guillotine blade was fierce and powerful, but Zu Ziyi's figure drifted with uncanny grace, as though he could foresee everything and evade Zhanlong's attacks at any moment. The blade skimmed past his body by the narrowest margin. Apart from bringing a burst of cutting wind, it failed to inflict any effective damage!
But Zhanlong seemed to have another method. With an angry roar, several dragon shadows suddenly appeared behind it, all lunging at Zu Ziyi with open jaws!
Yet soon, beauty faded like passing time, while good days bred lasting regret at how brief they were. The years seemed heartless, grinding away all living strength and energy. Zhanlong's power quickly withered the moment it was unleashed, and only Zu Ziyi himself could evade that terrifying force of time!
The moment the giant dragons charged over, they rapidly aged and perished within the merciless years. By the time they reached Zu Ziyi, they had become withered old dragons one after another. Yet the Merciless Sword still pointed at Zhanlong's forehead, never wavering. Zhanlong's energy rapidly dissipated, and when Grandma saw this scene, she slightly furrowed her brows.
I rarely saw Grandma wear that expression. When she had dealt with Zu Xinghai from the lower realm before, she had also found him troublesome.
This Zu Ziyi should have been the founder of this generation's Hidden Immortal Sect, having come from the North Pole Immortal Sect! Perhaps he was connected to Zu Xinghai, who had grown old-haired while still