During the Stele Sea Sword Duel, it was commonplace for both sides to fight until one of them died. If they slew Chen Nianzhi here, it could only be blamed on Chen Nianzhi's inferior skill; even the Glazed Divine Lord would likely find it difficult to intervene.
With that thought, Chen Nianzhi finally understood.
"So that's how it is."
With that in mind, Chen Nianzhi nodded and said, "Since that is the case, then let us begin."
"Humph!"
"Die!"
Seeing that Chen Nianzhi understood the cause and effect, Ao Ming sneered and, with a sweep of his sleeve, summoned a formation diagram that descended to suppress him.
The true dragon race was among the most supreme Myth immortal bloodlines. Their lineage possessed aptitude that stood at the very pinnacle among all heavens and myriad worlds.
Born in immortal domains, they could directly reach the Immortal Ascension realm upon adulthood. Whether in talent or comprehension, they were nearly flawless, ultimate beings surpassing the limits of the mortal world.
It could be said that true Nine Heavens dragons were born able to stand shoulder to shoulder with indestructible immortal spirits, rival deathless immortal phoenixes, and not fall short of ancient gods. They were among the most perfect beings beneath heaven and above earth.
The Ao Ming before him was an outstanding figure even among the true dragon race.
Within Thousand Dragon Lake were over a thousand pure-blooded true dragons. Every one of them could rival Nine Heavens immortal spirits and contend with human immortals in strength.
For Ao Ming to become the Eighth Elder among them showed that he was an exceptional dragon even within the dragon race—one in a hundred.
The moment Ao Ming struck, he brought forth a natal formation diagram. It evolved nine heavenly immortal apertures and lit seven