Lord Bei did not know what the truth was, but at this moment, he had become three parts more cautious than before. Otherwise, if the other side caught him with a dirty trick, death would likely be the outcome. He had no choice but to be on guard.
High in the nine heavens, the fierce battle continued. The Great Sun manifestation could be seen gradually collapsing, transforming into a giant that stood tall enough to prop up heaven and earth. Its hands possessed the power to tear apart the firmament; its blood and qi surged forth, and though its fist techniques were simple and unadorned, they held the ability to subdue dragons and tigers.
In merely seven or eight exchanges of entangling combat between the giant and the Yin-Yang Twin-Headed Giant Dragon, the giant smashed the dragon apart with a single punch. Victory and defeat were already clear.
Before long, they saw Zhao Rulíng descend from the nine heavens, his face white as paper and his aura weakened to the extreme. The light of his Primordial Spirit was like the last candle flame in the wind, flickering unsteadily as though it might be snuffed out at any moment.
Seeing this, Meng Zhao lightly tossed the Yin-Yang Python Dragon he had been holding toward Zhao Rulíng. This source of yin-yang creation was like swallows returning to their nest, slipping into Zhao Rulíng's mouth and nose with soft rustling sounds.
As the Yin-Yang Python Dragon vanished and its origin returned, some color returned to Zhao Rulíng's pale face, and his aura recovered considerably. He said, "Thank you, Dragon King Meng. I was rash this time. The Blazing Sun Divine Clan truly is formidable!"
There was not much resentment in his heart. This battle had been an open and honorable contest, relying purely