Xiaoyue's eyes narrowed slightly. He fixed his gaze on Fang Mo and spoke in a low voice.
"Fang Mo, you knew my strength and still dared to accept my challenge. I'll give you credit for that. I can promise to make this as painless as possible, and I won't let you die too gruesomely!"
Fang Mo smiled. The golden dragon beneath his feet suddenly whipped its enormous tail at Xiaoyue, its sweep shattering the void.
"How dare you!"
Xiaoyue felt the immense pressure. He immediately drew his blade and slashed out a flash of cold Blade Aura, meeting the dragon's tail head-on. The Blade Aura shattered, and a violent surge of energy burst forth.
"Not good!"
Xiaoyue's expression changed drastically. The golden dragon was astonishingly powerful—it had smashed his Blade Aura with a single blow. He hurriedly swung his blade across, trying to cleave apart the oncoming wave of energy.
But faced with that tremendous impact, Xiaoyue was sent flying a thousand meters.
"What? Xiaoyue was knocked flying?"
"That golden dragon of blood and qi has taken solid form. What kind of cultivation technique is he practicing, to conjure such a powerful dragon? Its strength must rival a Heaven-tier beast!"
Everyone watching burst into cries of astonishment. Fang Mo had driven Xiaoyue back with a casual strike.
Even if Xiaoyue had been caught off guard and had reacted hastily, he shouldn't have been sent flying.
"This kid has become that powerful!"
True Lord Qingshui's eyes flickered with shock. Fang Mo's strike had stunned him, and he could even say it had been a pleasant surprise. He had known Fang Mo was strong; before this, Fang Mo had already been able to slay a Heaven-tier beast with everyone's help.
But that strike just now had undeniably possessed Heaven-tier combat strength.
Venerable