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When their auras stopped surging madly, the True Dragon and the Vajra Dharma Form crashed together like two ancient colossal beasts.

Boom, boom, boom! Violent currents of air churned, bringing changes to the heavens. The clear blue sky suddenly turned thick with dark clouds, thunder flashed, and lightning writhed like serpents, stirring this stretch of space until it resembled the end of the world.

The Vajra's fist was supremely powerful and unyielding, golden fist-light coiling around it, with phantom shadows of a divine dragon and white tiger accompanying it.

The True Dragon's body was ever-changing and nimble, wreathed in purple flames. A single drop falling to the ground corroded the hard stone floor several feet deep, possessing devastating power.

Empowered by mental will, the two clashed madly, fists and claws meeting as they grappled, making the vast Erniu Peak Summit seem incomparably cramped.

A single punch sent waves of air sweeping out dozens of meters, rolling like white breakers and blasting apart everything before it. A sweep of the dragon's tail was like the detonation of hundreds of pounds of explosives, carrying the power to shatter all things.

Erniu Peak of Guangping Mountain was considered a fairly large mountain, deep, lofty, and broad, with rocks everywhere and dense forests of towering trees. Yet under the close combat of these two Dharma Forms, it seemed on the verge of collapse.

Great swathes of mountain rock were shattered and tumbled down, sliding along the cliffs with rumbling rolls.

Gully-like cracks spread one after another, exposing the dark, damp body of the mountain beneath. Even the mud and sand had been scorched black, tumbling like waterfalls into those splitting ravines.

Even the faint aftershocks spilling from the two great Dharma Forms sent Tie Xiongfei and the Masked Man, Zhao Hun, fleeing in disarray