Evolution Imminent

The battle lasted nearly half an hour.

The Red-Gold Dragon Soul's solidified state finally began to collapse. Its scales grew dim, more and more cracks spread across the surface of its soul body, and its red-gold radiance was weakening as well. In the end, it was only a wisp of remnant soul; maintaining a solid form for this long had already meant burning its Soul Power. If this continued, Situ Xuan would not need to make a move—its own energy would run dry, and it would dissipate.

But the Red-Gold Dragon Soul did not retreat. In life, it had been a powerhouse of the dragon race; in death, it was still a king among dragons. Its dignity would not allow it to flee before a human, even if this human truly was very strong.

It let out a tragic, heroic dragon roar, and the red-gold light across its soul body erupted violently, more intense than at any moment before. It burned the last of its strength, condensing all its energy into this one strike.

Its body turned into a streak of red-gold light, charging toward Situ Xuan at a speed beyond its limits. Dragon claws in front, dragon wings behind, its entire dragon body was like a loosed arrow, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

This was its final charge, and also its deadliest blow.

Situ Xuan stood where he was and did not dodge.

His hands slowly rose, his ten fingers interlacing, palms facing outward. Malevolent Qi gathered in his palms, compressed, spun, and finally turned into a pitch-black barrier. Black patterns flowed across the surface of the barrier, faintly outlining the form of a black tiger, its eyes wide and its jaws gaping.

"Ten Thousand Qi Returning to Origin."

Situ Xuan's voice was low and calm, as if he were