Jinghong

Sword energy poured down like a waterfall, crashing onto the Rhino. Each strike was not particularly heavy, but their strength lay in the relentless, dense barrage.

Dripping water could wear through stone, until it finally crumbled.

Zhou Qiubai stood at one end of that waterfall. Although his Soul Power was draining rapidly and his level-fifty Soul Power could not sustain such an enormous sword-energy assault for long, he was not anxious, because he was not fighting alone.

Yang Guyun's dragon body began to contract.

Everyone knew Dragon Raises Its Head, but what about Dragon Turns Back?

Sun Xiang: I don't know.

The Nine-Turn Dragon Body slowly shrank inward from its original five-zhang coverage, and the pressure on the Rhino multiplied accordingly.

No matter how powerful its defense was, it could not withstand this constant, all-encompassing compression.

More and more cracks appeared across its hide, as though it were about to shatter.

The waterfall continued pouring down, the cracks continued spreading, and the dragon body continued contracting.

The Rhino let out an exceptionally unwilling growl.

It had hidden in the darkness for a hundred years, believing itself strong enough.

But these two humans...

What exactly were they?

Unfortunately, it had forgotten that it was not facing two ordinary Soul Masters, but two very powerful ones.

Rhino: Truly, hearing your words was like hearing words.

The final waterfall descended.

Zhou Qiubai pressed all his remaining Soul Power onto the sword tip. The blade of the White Clothes Sword shone until it was nearly transparent, then he thrust out his final strike.

The scales shattered.

The massive body swayed slightly, then collapsed.

With a boom, the two-zhang-tall body crashed heavily to the ground.

Zhou Qiubai sheathed his sword.

The instant the sword entered its sheath, his entire body swayed slightly. His knees weakened,