Yellow Dragon inwardly marveled at the sheer audacity.
The Demon Qilin King spoke of reporting to the Demon Ancestor, but his hands were already making their move.
The decisiveness of that sneak attack was far more ruthless than anything those veteran Quasi-Saints of the Primordial World would attempt, despite their countless years of life and lingering concern for appearances.
Yellow Dragon did not dodge. He abruptly manifested an enormous Dharma Form and chose to take the massive seal head-on.
He drew on the Demon Realm's essence within the Sea-Calming Pearl. Together with his Ancestral Witch-level body, it gave him the confidence to face the seal directly.
Yellow Dragon had obtained the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art through his dealings with the Witch Race, and had repeatedly tempered his body with chaotic energy in the primordial chaos. His physical strength was enough to rival an Ancestral Witch's.
Yet he threw a punch carrying unimaginably terrifying force, shattering layer after layer of space as it hurtled toward the Demon Qilin King under his horrified gaze.
The instant the enormous black seal struck him, it felt like an ancient mountain crashing down.
Yellow Dragon's body abruptly sank, and the earth within ten thousand miles of his feet dropped dozens of feet.
Huge, web-like fissures spread outward with him at their center.
"Hmph!"
Yellow Dragon gave a soft snort. The seal had invoked the Demon Realm's Heavenly Dao, yet its blow had not harmed him at all.
The sneer on the Demon Qilin King's face froze before it could fade.
Before he could even register his surprise at the outcome, Yellow Dragon's terrifying fist was already before him.
That punch was plain and unadorned, with no divine ability or spell attached. It was nothing more than a simple, pure punch.
Yet the force within it