Metal clashed with metal in a thunderous blast, sparks scattering like rain, yet the dragon head remained as steady as a rock. Not even its skin had been scraped, let alone wounded; it had not deigned to leave behind so much as a white mark.
"Such a tyrannical fleshly body?"
Primordial Lord of Heaven's heart tightened. He had thought the Chaos Sword Qi could cut iron like mud, yet it actually seemed to have struck the embryonic membrane of chaos itself—utterly futile.
"Hmph! This ancestor is a Demon God born of chaos, his true body forged from Supreme Gold essence, wielding the origin of metal—do you think your mere remnants of chaos are worthy of harming me?"
"A Chaos Demon God?!"
The Six Great Sages all changed color. None of them had expected that the Chaos Demon God of legend, born before Hongmeng was judged and standing above the myriad Daos, had truly been quietly bred into existence in another world.
Such beings were innately powerful, with chaos as their womb, calling themselves Chaos Demon Gods. As for whether they had truly been birthed by the Great Dao itself, no one could say.
"You said... you are a Chaos Demon God?"
Heaven and earth suddenly fell still. A cool, clear voice fell like jade into an ice spring, and the temperature in every direction plummeted. Snow quietly condensed across the sky, crystalline and translucent as it drifted down without a sound. Cold spread through the air, as though even the air had frozen into thin frost.
A moon-white figure emerged soundlessly, long robes trailing through the air, his aura restrained as an abyss. Silver hair hung to his shoulders, and his silver eyes reflected the snow. He appeared utterly unremarkable, yet as he stood there, it was as if the