The crisis had scarcely been resolved when Meng Zhao, clad in the Emperor Yu Azure Dragon Battle Armor, transformed into a streak of rainbow light and flashed before Beitang Xing.
The two stood face-to-face, their gazes locked, yet their feelings could not have been more different.
In Beitang Xing's eyes, Meng Zhao truly resembled a real dragon that roamed the world and raced through the cosmos. His bearing, majesty, and power were all boundless; a single glance seemed capable of crushing an expanse of void.
Such ultimate power and ultimate dominance brought with them ultimate oppression.
Fear rose in his heart, and naturally, his mind could no longer hold firm. After meeting Meng Zhao's gaze for only a moment, his eyes drifted away, and he no longer dared look at him.
Meng Zhao was different. Earlier, with Imperial Dragon Qi and the Imperial Dynasty's National Destiny upon him, Beitang Xing had unleashed the Son of Heaven Sword Technique. His momentum had been magnificent, as though a heavenly god had descended into the mortal realm, unmatched beneath the heavens. Every movement of his had seemed to follow the irresistible tide of destiny.
Now, with Beitang Xing's Son of Heaven Sword Technique broken, his cultivation seemed pitifully insignificant in Meng Zhao's eyes, beneath notice altogether.
Thus, setting aside all the glory granted by his bloodline, status, and position, Beitang Xing was merely a somewhat outstanding young man. He was far too immature.
Especially at this moment, Beitang Xing was anxious and unsettled, not even daring to meet Meng Zhao's eyes. He displayed a weakness never seen before.
Perhaps not even Old Daoist Liu, one of those closest to him, had ever witnessed such a posture.
Moreover, Beitang Xing was now weaker than he had ever been.
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