All martial artists, all ancestral divine beasts, even every living being within the Zhaolin Realm, felt a will.
They instinctively tightened their grips on their weapons, lowered their heads and roared, bared their fangs or raised their claws, their hearts pounding fiercely.
Because, in that instant, everyone felt it.
There were blades—blades of peerless sharpness, with the sensation of being able to slice apart and shred all flesh and bone—drawing close to their necks and eyes. There were sword points—things incomparably sharp, capable of piercing all armor and shields—approaching their foreheads and hearts.
That was the signal of battle.
Though it was not directed at them, the rippling aftershock alone was enough to put everyone present on guard, even make them... tremble.
Wang Jiangzhi's remaining will was trembling at this very moment.
He—or rather, he who had been absorbed by the will of the Blood Sea—still retained a portion of himself.
Empowered by the Blood Sea Heavenly Venerable and possessing unparalleled strength, the Primordial Dragon could, in a sense, be regarded as the strongest incarnation designed by the Blood Sea Heavenly Venerable after gathering the essence of all living things. Once it left the Zhaolin Realm, it would rapidly grow, replacing its current humanoid form and becoming the true body of the Blood Sea Heavenly Venerable.
And Wang Jiangzhi controlled this body. He was the most crucial part within it.
A Heavenly Dragon True Spirit containing the Supernatural Ability of Time Light and undying blood.
Even after being absorbed and assimilated by the Blood Sea, the spirit of the Heavenly Dragon still possessed the concept of "self." In the future, it would become the most vital link within the Blood Sea Heavenly Venerable, the core of that perfect organism.
Then, he could wash away his humiliation... the humiliation of defeat.