Rumble!
The void twisted violently, then shattered like a mirror into countless cracks.
A colossal dragon-shaped phantom rose and fell with its head held high, radiating supreme and tyrannical dragon might.
Its entire body was golden, every dragon scale rendered in exquisite detail. As its dragon eyes opened and closed, it seemed as though suns and moons rose and sank within them; its low dragon roars appeared to contain the mysteries of heaven and earth at the dawn of creation.
This majesty seemed to solidify into substance, crushing toward the Black Jade Qilin at a speed too fast for the naked eye to catch.
Wherever the golden dragon might passed, the spiritual energy in the air was squeezed into piercing shrieks, and even the light bent.
This was the simplest kind of probing.
In ancient times, clashes between divine beasts had always been straightforward: they first tested each other through pressure and aura. Once the other side revealed a flaw, they would strike without hesitation, sharp and ruthless, suppressing their opponent.
There were no flashy moves, no drawn-out entanglements. Victory and defeat often hinged on a single thought.
This was a battle instinct forged through countless slaughterous fights—concise, efficient, and deadly.
Facing the overwhelming dragon might bearing down upon him, the Black Jade Qilin instead curled his lips into an excited smile.
He took a step forward.
With that single step, it was as if he had stepped upon the pulse of heaven and earth. Purple lightning boomed beneath his feet like tens of thousands of thunder dragons roaring at once, making him seem like the source of all thunder.
A colossal purple Qilin manifestation rose from the ground behind him. It stood a hundred zhang tall, its entire body wreathed in destructive lightning, as though the slightest movement could