The Daozi of War

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Yin-Yang Grinding Disc and the true dragon kept grinding and tearing at each other.

The earth was collapsing, and the heavens were trembling.

Scrape! Scrape! Scrape!

Xuancheng was retreating, inch by inch.

He could no longer hold it down!

The Yin-Yang Grinding Disc's crushing power was growing greater and greater, more and more terrifying.

Clearly, the two sides were clashing and wearing each other down, yet the power of that enormous grinding disc before him was increasing—actually increasing in defiance of all reason.

It was actually devouring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on its own to replenish itself???

A look of horror appeared on Xuancheng's face. He could not believe it; it was even more inconceivable.

Even the force produced by his clash with it was being ground apart bit by bit, absorbed and digested, then converted into its own power.

How could that be possible!!!

Xuancheng could not help roaring inwardly. How could there possibly be such an outrageous spell in this world??

Was this even a spell anymore?

"Roar!"

Throwing back his head, Xuancheng let out a piercing howl. Dao patterns rose and fell across his body, while passages of scripture shone.

An inexplicable tremor rippled through space, and the laws of gravity began to change.

The Hanging Sky Sect's core Dao art was the manipulation of space, known as the Cosmic Art.

Wherever he stood—up or down, left or right, north or south, east or west—was all within his grasp.

At the same time, the dragon horns atop his head erupted with unprecedented radiance. The dragon blood born within his body began to tremble and resonate, issuing a true, low chant.

A true dragon, the supreme form of life, was the ruler of the skies. It could command celestial phenomena and