"What?"
Wang Ziyi's expression changed slightly.
He abruptly looked up.
Above him, in the vault of heaven, a terrifying Sword Qi was taking shape.
And its target was none other than himself.
The Sword Qi had yet to fully form, had yet to descend.
Yet he already felt a chill run down his back, every hair on his body standing on end.
He had just been about to rise, but in the next instant, he forcibly stopped himself.
That fellow had not risen either—how could he rise?
When two armies faced each other, what mattered was their commanders.
If the opposing commander remained still while he moved, then in terms of presence alone, he would have lost.
And his expression absolutely could not falter.
Wang Ziyi's face remained calm, without the slightest change. He reclined in his chair, not even moving a fraction.
"What a fine method."
"But take a look at mine as well."
Wang Ziyi chuckled softly, then lightly tapped the dragon throne with his right hand.
"Roar..."
Suddenly, a resounding dragon's roar swept across all directions.
Within the city behind him, a glittering golden five-clawed colossal dragon, its gaze majestic and its body stretching ten thousand zhang, rose from the ground.
The five-clawed colossal dragon let out a terrifying roar, then charged straight toward the Sword Qi in the heavens.
The next moment, a streak of sword light descended from the sky.
The sword light blazed with a dazzling radiance, falling like a bolt of lightning, like divine might itself.
The colossal dragon charged headlong into the Sword Qi.
The two collided with an earth-shaking boom.
Terrifying shockwaves spread in every direction.
Even the Void split open with cracks.
"Hmm?"
"Interesting."
Watching Wang Ziyi sit upon the dragon throne opposite him, his expression not changing in the