Lu Xiaotian swung the Fangtian Halberd forward. Wherever its blade passed, shadows shimmered, seeming like dragons and wolves. To Ao Zhan, it no longer looked like a simple halberd strike. Instead, a vast, primeval world surged toward him. The halberd's shadow faded, revealing a chaotic realm within its blade. Thunder gathered and roared, transforming into a giant axe that split heaven and earth. Only then could all things be born and perish, and the sun and moon take turns in the sky.
Even though the power amassed in the Fangtian Halberd had not yet reached a level Ao Zhan could not withstand, faced with that vast conception, he felt astonishingly small.
Yet Ao Zhan was one of the East Sea Dragon Palace's strongest warriors beneath the Dragon King. His strength came not only from his extraordinary talent, but also from his fearlessness and willingness to face any opponent.
Even knowing he was no match for this mysterious dragon before him, Ao Zhan still dared to attack Lu Xiaotian.
By now, Ao Zhan no longer saw the Fangtian Halberd slashing toward him. All he saw was a primeval world crashing toward him, a rugged land beneath a boundless, primeval sky.
Ao Zhan suddenly felt that the black warhammer in his hand was no longer a weapon, but a vast ocean. Whether its waters were calm or its waves rose and surged in a raging fury seemed to depend on a single thought of his. His field of vision suddenly widened beyond anything he had ever experienced.
The earth-shaking clash Ying Xu que and the others had expected never came. The two attacks should have been overwhelmingly powerful, and their collision should have brought heaven crashing down and earth splitting apart. Yet in the eyes of Ying Xuanming, Ying Xuanhe, and Ying