The dragon's roar shook the heavens and earth. Ao Liu was practically fighting for his life, and Ling Miao Gong was doing the same. They were fighting on home ground, where the earth gods enjoyed a considerable advantage to begin with. What was more, the fury burning in their hearts was almost beyond control—
A battle to decide victory or defeat, a fight to the death!
This had never been a straightforward contest of strength. Cultivation was merely the foundation.
Some people could not bring themselves to use even all the strength they had, while others would fight with ten times their strength, even if it cost them their lives.
Cultivation determined the amount of heaven and earth Primordial Qi one could command while circulating Primordial Prenatal Qi.
It also determined how well one could control one's own body.
But the cloud-script one had mastered, the techniques one knew and how they countered an opponent's, the refinement of one's martial skills, the strength of one's magic treasures, the subtleties of one's divine powers—
The time, place, and people involved, even one's temperament—whether one feared nothing or shrank from every risk—all directly affected the outcome of a fight. At this moment, Ao Liu had practically set the true dragon blood in his veins ablaze. He struck with sudden force, his dragon claw as huge as a mountain, reaching straight for the man.
Silence.
The strike was far, far faster than sound.
Layer upon layer of clouds burst outward, forced aside, then stacked together to lend one another strength.
Even the shock waves alone were enough to destroy the body of a cultivator at the Primordial Prenatal Qi level.
The sheer speed naturally drew in heaven and earth Primordial Qi, making the move practically a great divine power in its own right.