Lieyang Dou Qi coursed through a hundred meridians, his spine like a great dragon, each vertebra linked through. He swung his fist like a hammer, stamping it horizontally toward Meng Zhao. This punch, this seal, actually drew in all the light between heaven and earth, transforming it into a hazy world of light and shadow, dreamlike and illusory, seeking to envelop Meng Zhao.
It was precisely the Mirage Dragon Fist he had cultivated for many years and brought to completion only through the Blazing Sun Bloodline. Within the fist, illusion seemed real and reality seemed illusory; what it embodied was the principle that when falsehood becomes truth, truth too becomes false, and where nothing becomes something, something returns to nothing.
Its purpose was to blind Meng Zhao's five senses and spiritual perception, the nature of his six consciousnesses, creating an opportunity for Lieyang Jiao to deliver a single fatal strike.
The reason they were being so hasty was that this great battle truly could not be delayed any longer.
Lieyang Dou and Lieyang Jiao were both peerless divine men, bearing the Blazing Sun Bloodline and having cultivated Supreme Divine Abilities. Moreover, it was two against one.
Yet Meng Zhao was indeed an anomaly beneath heaven and earth.
Clad in the Emperor Yu Battle Armor, wielding supreme divine arts, with the Eye of Heavenly Punishment upon his brow, his combat power soared to the heavens. The stronger the opponent, the stronger he became; invincible in battle, he had relentlessly beaten both Lieyang Dou and Lieyang Jiao into severe injury, greatly depleting their vitality.
Yet he himself remained completely unscathed. Not even his strength or True Essence showed the slightest sign of decline.
If this continued, the scales of victory would not merely tilt toward Meng Zhao—they would crash straight to the