"Except for that first time, when I truly felt tempted, I never once considered attacking the Dragon Domain this time. The Immortal Realm forced me to come. After I arrived in the Dragon Domain, you were the ones forcing me to fight, even pushing me to my death. Does it feel good to think you have everything under control?"
The Foul Celestial Dragon laughed heartily. "With the help of a few Heavenly Emperors, I returned to the Heavenly Dragon Realm. Even if I'm not as strong as I was at my peak, you can't treat me with contempt.
"I'd rather betray the world than let the world betray me. You want to step over my corpse to rise to power? Then I'll show you what it means to feel pain down to your very bones. A dream of ten thousand years of vicissitudes, the heart of a hero in his twilight years—let's all perish together!"
The Turbid Evil Heavenly Blade. This strike was an all-or-nothing attack, the final swan song of a Heavenly Dragon Realm powerhouse summoning the last of his strength.
If they had fought head-on, the Foul Celestial Dragon would have been unable to find his opponent's true body in such a short time. But Ancestor Qiumeng was using his divine abilities to suppress the totemic dragon shadow, and Yan Ji, Ji Ting, and the others were also expending tremendous energy. Under these circumstances, finding his opponent was no problem.
The blade pierced into the cloudy haze of the dream. This strike had abandoned all defense, pressing forward with attack after attack in an effort to cut his opponent down.
The Foul Celestial Dragon knew that even giving his all, actually killing his opponent was a pipe dream. But he needed to adopt this posture to dispel every