The End of a Legend

"Bang!"

Baili Qingfeng twisted in midair as he was sent flying backward, forcibly reclaiming his center of gravity. His body dropped, and both feet slammed into the ground, gouging out two trenches three meters long as his momentum carried him onward.

"Whoosh!"

Though he had clearly been at a disadvantage, after that exchange, the unease and apprehension on Baili Qingfeng's face were gone. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"A Legend is stronger than the Golden Heavenly Demon Disintegration Art at ten percent power, but... it's only about equivalent to twenty percent power..."

Over the past few months, he had constantly consumed Supreme First-Rate Gold. The strength of his Flesh Body had long since become incomparable to what it once was, and his limit for enduring the Golden Heavenly Demon Disintegration Art had already reached thirty percent!

If he fought while risking serious injury, he could endure forty percent!

"Roar!"

A dragon's roar shook the heavens!

Just as Baili Qingfeng steadied himself amid the smoke and dust, the aura of the Legendary Beastman before him surged once more. The dark-red scales covering his body seemed like rows of runes, radiating mysterious power. Under this amplification, a dragon phantom seemed to emerge behind him. With this force behind him, his pouncing strike carried the might of a dragon, making the golden flames around Baili Qingfeng, which had gradually dimmed, tremble violently.

If this had been any other cultivator—even a Half-Step Legend who possessed a domain—he would probably have been crushed by this power until he could barely breathe, with at least twenty percent of his cultivation weakened.

But facing the Legendary Beastman's giant axe as it charged toward him with the power of a dragon, Baili Qingfeng activated the Golden Heavenly Demon Disintegration Art once more, detonating thirty percent of