Sss!
A soft sound rang out.
That majestic Golden Dragon, which seemed capable of destroying everything, had just touched the gray Sword Light.
In an instant, its enormous dragon head vanished silently, as though it had been a balloon punctured by a needle.
Yet the gray Sword Light continued forward with undiminished force, cutting through everything in its path.
It traveled upward along the dragon's body, and wherever it passed, the golden divine power melted and disintegrated.
In the brief span of a breath,
that ten-thousand-zhang Golden Dragon was split completely in two, transforming into a sky full of golden light that faded into nothingness.
"What?"
Long Aotian's pupils suddenly contracted.
The contemptuous smile on his face froze completely.
A massive wave surged through his heart. How was this possible?
Although he had used less than ten percent of his strength in that sword strike, it had still been an attack at the Divine Lord level.
And it had actually been broken so effortlessly by the other party?
What kind of monster was this Yang Lingtian?
The shock in Long Aotian's heart was utterly beyond words.
He stared fixedly at Yang Lingtian in the distance, and for the first time, solemnity appeared in his eyes.
He realized that he seemed to have made a fatal mistake from the very beginning.
He had underestimated this young man before him far too much.
This fellow was definitely not an ordinary Late Divine Sect Realm cultivator.
His combat strength had already far surpassed the limits of the Divine Sect Realm.
"I underestimated you." Long Aotian drew in a deep breath.
He forcibly suppressed the horror in his heart, and his voice grew low and hoarse.
"I never thought you could actually withstand a sword strike containing thirty percent of this seat's strength."
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