As Zhao Zi's two fingers sent him flying, Jiang Wang had been trying to break through the seal. But even after exhausting every method, he still fell just short. Now, faced with Chu Xu's attack, his physical body had no time to react. At this moment, he could only rely on his Divine Soul!
And if he could not achieve the victory of annihilating his opponent on the level of the Divine Soul, this battle could be declared over.
Thus, he held nothing back. His opening move was Heavenward Gate!
This was a powerful secret art that could be used all the way to the True Lord level. Emperor Qi Wu had used it to suppress and kill countless formidable foes. Among all Divine Soul killing arts throughout the ages, its radiance could never be obscured.
The only thing limiting its power was Jiang Wang's cultivation, not the secret art itself.
Within the boundless Primordial Spirit Sea.
The instant this ancient heavenly gate appeared, the Dao Vein True Dragon carrying Chu Xu into the high sky gave a mournful cry and plummeted abruptly. Scales flew and horns swayed as it crashed heavily onto the roof of the Spirit-Nurturing Palace.
Its dragon body shattered like Glazed, and the impact made even the Spirit-Nurturing Palace tremble faintly, dense cracks spreading across its roof.
In this world, who was its master?
When the supreme descended, who dared refuse submission?
Heavenward Gate was too domineering, like the reigning Son of Heaven barging into a minister's home.
No matter what kind of master of a household you were, you had to kneel and bow before me!
Chu Xu barely withstood the pressure. He kicked away the Dao Vein True Dragon, which was still whimpering, sending it afar to recuperate, while once again fighting for sovereignty