Liu Zheng laughed loudly, his voice like rolling thunder.
He had not expected Nie Zhao to be able to withstand his dragon breath head-on.
"Again!"
Liu Zheng attacked once more.
He had to win this battle. He had to emerge victorious.
The giant dragon struck again.
This time, it was neither dragon claws nor dragon breath, but its tail.
The dragon tail stretched for ten thousand zhang, like a pillar propping up the heavens as it swept across.
Wherever the dragon tail passed, the void shattered outright, turning into a sea of chaos.
Its power was several times more terrifying than the dragon claws from before.
Nie Zhao's expression turned grave as he swung his long blade in rapid succession.
Streams of blade light shot forth, cleaving into the dragon tail.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Blade light collided with dragon scales, erupting in a dense chorus of metal striking metal.
Yet the blade lights that could slay a Second Heaven Quasi-Saint only left faint white marks on the dragon tail, utterly incapable of damaging its foundation.
The dragon tail swept over, unstoppable.
Nie Zhao's expression changed, and he retreated swiftly.
But the dragon tail was too fast—so fast that he could not evade it completely.
Boom!!!
The dragon tail grazed past his body. Its savage force sent him flying, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Marshal!"
On the Heavenward Imperial Dynasty's spectator platform, countless soldiers cried out, their faces pale as paper.
"Don't worry."
Nie Zhao steadied himself and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. A trace of frenzied battle intent flashed in his eyes.
It had been a long time since he had been injured.
That sensation made his blood boil.
"Again!"
Nie Zhao let out a long roar, and the blade light around him