As for why Zhao Rulíng was so fierce and resolute, knowing full well that Meng Zhao stood behind him holding the line, yet still acted this way, that was difficult to fathom.
Perhaps his earlier exchange with the man from the Blazing Sun Divine Clan had stirred Lord Zhao's emotions, sending his fighting spirit surging like a tide, so that he insisted on defeating the man personally.
Perhaps, as a Celestial Being expert, he possessed his own dignity. He did not wish to flee in disgrace whenever faced with a powerful ultimate move, losing his spirit of striving onward. If that happened, then no matter how profound his cultivation became, it would be difficult to cross the final threshold.
Or perhaps Zhao Rulíng's edge remained as sharp as ever. He had never regarded a battle like this as mere showmanship; rather, it was the hot blood of a martial artist at work. Thus, once the two had begun their fight, it naturally had to be seen through from beginning to end, without any outsider intervening.
No matter which it was, it showed that, at least at this moment, Zhao Rulíng did not want Meng Zhao to interfere. Nor was he without means of his own.
As this incomparably terrifying Yin-Yang Twin-Headed Giant Dragon took shape, Zhao Rulíng's body twisted and transformed. In an instant, he became a flowing black-and-white radiance and plunged into the giant dragon. Like the finishing touch that brought a painted dragon to life, it gave the Yin-Yang Twin-Headed Giant Dragon boundless spirituality in a single moment.
After letting out a dragon's roar, it shot toward the Twin Suns Synchronized high in the heavens. Its enormous body stirred up a hurricane across a hundred-mile radius, whipping up a blizzard and even drawing forth the terrifying spectacle of