Destroy Mountains, Slay Dragons!

The warship that embodied the pinnacle of humanity's spiritual-energy technology burst into a dazzling blaze in its final moments, brilliant enough to turn heads.

Before it, the giant dragon that symbolized the authority of the old era roared beneath that terrifying radiance, yet could only helplessly watch its body being forced down toward the ground inch by inch.

A dragon that commanded wind was the most carefree being in the world when it darted and wheeled among the clouds and mist.

That was the right granted to them by the heavens of old.

But once they left the clouds and returned to the earth, all the power of the past would be reclaimed. The price they had never paid would now be collected with interest.

The Alliance cultivators watched as that enormous Dragon Soul gradually shrank. Its scales shattered, its claws and fangs tore apart, and at last, even those pair of dragon-shaped eyes gleaming with golden light slowly went dark.

Everyone could sense that the Dragon Soul born from the giant dragon's remains had now died, just like that Dragon Soul from centuries ago.

"Brother Mo, the next time you do something like this, could you tell us beforehand?"

A bitter smile appeared on True Person Huai Jin's face.

If one judged Ye Xiu's dragon-slaying method from the perspective of a mere spectator,

it could only be called breathtaking and utterly brilliant.

He had cleverly seized upon the Dragon Soul's intellectual shortcomings, using the creature's instincts to lure it, bit by bit, into a trap he had set long ago.

Victory of the weak over the strong had always been an inspiring tale, because when the weak sought a path to survival, it was like walking a steel wire in midair—there could not be the slightest mistake. The greater