Of course, since Meng Zhao dared to speak in such a tone, he naturally had the confidence to back it up.
At this moment, the Myriad Heavens Imperial Dragon Ziwei Emperor Scripture surged with tenfold true power, igniting his Purple Origin Dragon Body. Combined with his Peak Grandmaster martial arts, it instantly whipped up a violent gale that howled in all directions.
Moreover, across dozens of miles of empty sky, the heavens changed dramatically. Clumps of dark clouds piled together, lightning crackling within them as it flickered in and out of sight. The strikes scorched the cloud layers and snowflakes black; under the rising heat, the heavy snow was, in but a moment, transformed into a torrential downpour.
Even more terrifyingly, an enormous Purple True Dragon Manifestation several hundred zhang tall coiled into existence behind Meng Zhao. Every scale contained the rhythm of the Dao. Its claws each bore six talons, one more than an ordinary true dragon, and it seemed to possess boundless majesty, boundless sanctity, and supreme imperial might.
The lower half of the Purple True Dragon Manifestation coiled around itself, while its dragon body stood straight, piercing the heavens. As its dragon head exhaled, endless wind and rain, thunder and lightning, hail, and heavy snow descended. When the Dragon's Roar Sound rose, it resounded directly through the four seas and eight wilds.
At this time, no one knew how many experts and powerful figures within Lingwu City were intimidated by this heaven-shaking aura. One after another, they left their rooms, chose advantageous open spots, and gazed toward where Meng Zhao and the others were.
Naturally, they saw the sight that stood out so vividly in the dark night, like a true dragon descending into the world from myth. In an extremely short time, they connected it with