King Qing had never seen sword light as towering as a heavenly pillar.
Yet a mountain of swords truly came crashing down, splitting even his field of vision apart.
The golden dragon body was cleaved in two!
The severed halves fell like mountain ranges.
Amid the earth-shaking howl of agony, dragon blood poured like a waterfall, splashing across the sky.
The tail section was instantly swarmed by black ants. Before it had even finished falling, nothing remained but a skeleton—and even that skeleton was being gnawed away!
What soul-hiding avatars? Before Mohist School cultivators who made use of everything to the utmost, such things were a joke. When the Mohist School killed an enemy, they would reclaim even his straw sandals.
Ao Kui's will hid within the dragon head, continuing to control this half of his body. While spewing dragon blood, he activated Bloodflame Flowing Body, staunching the blood bursting from his severed torso even as he burned to death every black ant that had climbed onto this side of the dragon body.
Having severed the dragon's spine, Jiang Wang still stood alone at the highest point, firmly blocking Ao Kui off from the bronze heavenly bowl, preventing him from smoothly drawing upon the Begging for Life Suchness Bowl's power. With a casual press of his hand, flames of gold, crimson, and white descended upon the bloodflames. From point to plane, fire burned fire. The ever-expanding reach of the tri-colored flames was precisely the concrete and unmistakable evidence of Ao Kui's defeat!
Xi Ming, who had long since released his hold, shot upward at this moment, charging from below to meet the dragon head head-on.
Amid a pained, mournful cry, in the midst of violent, seemingly uncontrollable rolling, a claw suddenly struck out!
Where the claw tips touched, vast stretches