How Is That Possible!

Jiang Jingyi made her move, or rather, she had no choice but to make her move.

Seven streams of Imperial Dragon Qi transformed into seven golden true dragons, roaring as they charged toward the hundred-zhang phantom where Jiang Wu stood.

Dragon roars shook the heavens.

Jiang Wu stood with his hands clasped behind his back, not even furrowing his brow.

Then he slowly raised his left hand and gently clenched it.

Behind him, the qi of nine dragons surged out!

Nine golden dragons coiled and twined. Each one was thicker than Jiang Jingyi's dragon qi by a full circle. Dragon might spread out, as if it would shatter that stretch of the heavens and make the sky collapse.

Seven dragons crashed into nine dragons.

Boom—!!

The instant golden light exploded, Jiang Jingyi's seven streams of dragon qi were forcibly pressed back. Her figure retreated several dozen zhang, and a piece of the hem of her phoenix robe was torn away by the aftershock of the dragon qi.

"(?Д?) How is that possible!"

Jiang Jingyi steadied herself, blood and qi churning inside her chest. Her expression was ugly and shocked to the extreme.

Dragon qi, and nine streams of it at that!

The First Emperor, the Martial Emperor, did indeed possess the qi of nine dragons, the one to whom destiny belonged!

But the person before her was only a puppet!

At most, he possessed some memories that belonged to the Martial Emperor. Even if he could duplicate cultivation methods, inheritances, and realms, surely he could not duplicate fortune too?

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

"How could you possibly have Imperial Dragon Qi!"

Jiang Jingyi's voice had even gone somewhat off-key.

Not to mention her, even Jiang Zhenqing, suspended behind her, felt that it was equally inconceivable.

Dragon qi was formed