Drawing Swords in the East Sea, Testing the Frosty Edge (A Special Chapter for Alliance Leader Piaoyao Xiaowei)

The Flood Dragon King had already pushed his Azure Dragon Gang Qi to its utmost. The transformations of wind and thunder contained within his gang qi were almost tangible.

In the past, Gao Xian could only have avoided its edge first. But now that his swordsmanship had reached great mastery, when he looked at the Azure Dragon Gang Qi, he could see that it was divided into layer upon layer, with clear distinctions between them.

Between the gang qi of those different layers lay tiny gaps. Or rather, they could not be called gaps—they were actually the weak points where magical power erupted.

Like a raging storm that appeared violent yet still had points of strength and weakness.

In the past, Gao Xian had been able to see these vulnerable points in the changes of magical power, but he could do nothing about them. Now, however, relying on peerless swordsmanship, he entered where there was no thickness, slipped through the gaps, and severed the Flood Dragon King with one stroke.

How sharp was a sixth-rank, top-grade divine sword? The Flood Dragon King's head was severed at once. As he was channeling his gang qi, he immediately collapsed into a cloud of scattered spiritual light.

Gao Xian sheathed his sword and looked ahead again, only to see the Flood Dragon King appear ten miles away.

He was not at all surprised. For a dignified sixth-rank Pure Yang cultivator, splitting off incarnations with Pure Yang divine consciousness was basic practice. Only trash like the Greedy Wolf Star Lord would let himself be so easily slain.

In their previous clash, the Azure Dragon Divine Form had been one strand of Pure Yang divine consciousness. To save his life, the Flood Dragon King had abandoned yet another strand of Pure Yang divine consciousness as