How Did You Recognize Me?

The Mountain Dragon King's Dragon Soul was growing weaker and weaker.

In the end, it had slept in the Dragon Tomb for far too long. It was already a remnant soul left behind after being slain, with little energy remaining to begin with. Now, it had first been invaded by Situ Xuan's Malevolent Qi, leaving the inside of its soul riddled with holes from corrosion; and now it had been tainted by flames capable of burning the soul, leaving the surface of its soul-body scorched and broken.

Its attacks grew weaker and weaker, and its gravity field gradually waned as well. Its dragon claws lifted and fell, but each time they slowed by a fraction. Its dragon tail lashed, but with less and less force. Its dragon roar sank lower and lower, and the light in those huge brown eyes was gradually dimming.

Situ Xuan could sense that the Mountain Dragon King's Dragon Soul had already reached the verge of collapse.

His sword fingers swept out again, and this time he used his full strength. Golden flames surged from his fingertips and condensed before him into a massive crimson lotus. The lotus was over a hundred zhang in diameter, every petal formed from pure flame, golden patterns flowing across them as they exuded a heart-stopping heat.

The crimson lotus slowly revolved in the air. With every turn, its size increased by a fraction, and the temperature of its flames rose by a degree. Molten liquid began dripping from the petals, and wherever it fell to the ground, it burned out bottomless pits one after another.

"Crimson Lotus Phoenix Dance, final form."

Situ Xuan's voice was low and calm as his sword fingers pointed toward the Mountain Dragon King's Dragon Soul.

The crimson lotus fell.

Slowly, unstoppably, it pressed toward the