Meng Zhao's expression finally changed. He began to regard Li Xingchen, this sword dao prodigy, seriously, for the power of this strike had already exceeded the bounds of his expectations.
Before his eyes, the illusory, transparent Sword Qi Heavenly Dragon flowed like water, seemingly possessing incomparable might. Its sword force was so tyrannical that even Niu Dali might have met a bitter end against this strike.
Yet Meng Zhao was a Peak Innate Master with Unrivaled Martial Arts. His spiritual senses had surpassed the Innate level and entered an unfathomable, mysterious realm.
To his perception, that Sword Qi Heavenly Dragon was merely an overtly powerful move. Though stronger than the previous Mountain Sword and Sea Sword, it still could not pressure him. Instead, it was the unseen sword qi that was truly fatal.
Mountain Sea Hidden Dragon—the emphasis of this Heavenly Dragon Sword Strike lay in the word "hidden." Impossible to find, impossible to touch, vague as drifting smoke, it slipped through any opening. Even with Meng Zhao's boundless cultivation, if he were careless for even a moment and took a blow, he feared he would still be injured.
Meng Zhao now truly took the final strike of Mountain Sea Hidden Dragon seriously. Force erupted around his body, Dragon Charm surged forth, and the roar of a true dragon rang through heaven and earth, carrying the majestic spiritual might to shatter all demonic obstructions. A robust, fierce purple dragon aura also coiled around him like a guardian, circling at his sides.
This purple dragon aura was supremely powerful and holy, formed from Meng Zhao's pure and vast dragon qi. No art could invade it. Under his deliberate control, the instant it took shape, the dragon aura likewise dispersed into the invisible, forming a field of force around Meng Zhao's body