No. I can't let this continue.
I have to end this quickly. I have to use my strongest move to decide the victor.
A trace of resolve and madness flashed through Long Aotian's eyes.
He abruptly stopped attacking. Both hands began forming an incomparably ancient and complex seal before his chest.
As his fingers moved, the entire Divine Dragon Domain began to contract violently.
The nine Golden Dragons that had been surrounding Yang Lingtian also let out mournful cries one after another.
They transformed into the purest source power of the divine dragon and reversed course, surging entirely into his body.
Boom!
Long Aotian's aura unexpectedly surged once again at this moment.
His body completely transformed into a half-human, half-dragon form, covered in a thick layer of golden dragon scales.
An aura far more terrifying and violent than before spread from his body.
He was going all out.
He was burning his own source and vital essence in exchange for the strongest power possible in a short period of time.
"Yang Lingtian, forcing me to use this move means you can die with your eyes closed."
Long Aotian's voice became hoarse and crazed.
"This move is my trump-card forbidden art. It was originally prepared for experts in the Mid Divine Lord Realm."
"Today, I'll let you experience its power."
"Haolong Nine Forms, final form—Divine Dragon World Destruction."
He let out a roar that no human could make.
His entire body transformed into a golden streak of light and completely merged with the divine sword in his hand.
Man and sword as one.
A colossal golden sword beam hundreds of millions of zhang long formed with a thunderous boom, as though it were about to cleave this starry sky apart.
On the sword beam, divine dragons roared and laws wailed.
It