An Unexpected Trump Card

Two immense surges of spiritual power collided explosively in midair.

In an instant, winds and clouds churned as thunder roared.

The overwhelming pressure made everyone present briefly believe that the end of the world had arrived. Terror rising from the depths of their hearts drove them to kneel tightly against the earth.

Before an existence far beyond their own level of life, kneeling in submission and begging for mercy was the only means of survival.

The heat generated by the intertwining wind and lightning rose, cooled, and brought forth a deluge of rain.

Ye Xiu stood on the battleship's deck, facing the wind and rain.

He was not particularly tall. Compared with the giant dragon hidden among the clouds, he even appeared somewhat insignificant.

Yet at this very moment, standing at the forefront and single-handedly blocking every danger, he truly showed the cultivators present what a leader was.

"Damn it, this can't go on."

True Person Huai Jin was the only cultivator besides the two combatants who could still remain standing amid this fierce clash.

His gaze was fixed upon the boundary between the lightning and the storm.

With the powerful divine sense of a Purple Palace Realm cultivator, he could clearly perceive the changes taking place within;

On the surface, the two sides appeared locked in a stalemate, neither superior to the other. Yet in truth, Ye Xiu's final sword strike had pushed the use of spiritual power to its absolute limit, every last fraction transformed into force that pressed relentlessly forward.

Under such extreme control, not even a trace of lightning could be seen in the surroundings.

But what about the storm summoned by the dragon soul?

After neutralizing Ye Xiu's strongest sword strike, it still had strength to spare, using the impact of the residual shockwaves to