As soon as his words fell, the Dragon Lord suddenly thrust out five fingers, like five incomparably sharp Heavenly Blades. Carrying a shrill howl that tore through the void, they shot straight at Lin Fan's brow!
This strike was swift to the extreme. Wherever his fingertips passed, even the air was sliced open into five pitch-black fissures that refused to close for a long while.
Under normal circumstances, even if Lin Fan had drawn upon the power of the Primordial Ancient Dragon and the Black Jade Qilin, an attack of this level could never have breached his defenses. His physical body had long surpassed the imagination of ordinary cultivators.
But at this moment, the entire Dragon Emperor Hall was radiating vast, endless suppressive force, like an invisible mountain crushing down upon Lin Fan's shoulders. Layer upon layer of law patterns surged forth from the ceiling, walls, and floor, transforming into thick chains that coiled around him, forcing Lin Fan to devote nearly all his mana to resisting the Dragon Emperor Hall's suppression.
Without question, Lin Fan was weaker at this instant than he had ever been before.
Yet even so, Lin Fan did not retreat a single step, much less evade.
He merely swung a casual slap.
The motion was so offhanded that it seemed as though he were only swatting away an annoying fly, yet that palm force contained boundless, surging power—like the thunder of the Ninth Heaven pouring down, or an ancient colossal mountain crashing apart!
Bang!
Before that palm force, the five cold flashes were like paper, instantly collapsing and disintegrating.
The devastating gale did not lose any of its momentum. It struck the Dragon Lord squarely across the face, sending blood spraying from his mouth.
His entire body flew several zhang away like a boulder hurled