Countless spatial ripples appeared around Ao Min.
It was as though that place had transformed into innumerable intersecting lakes of space, with vast numbers of stones cast into them, forming every kind of translucent spatial ripple—upright, flat, slanted, and more.
The nearby Water Race immediately withdrew to both sides. Spatial ripples were a force that even Emperor Realm cultivators could not withstand.
Then, the True Dragon Sacred Sword suddenly accelerated its space-shuttling.
Its flying speed was ten times what it had been before, yet the time it spent traversing the void was only one-tenth of the original.
Ao Min's body was far too enormous. After merely a few breaths, his body was cut open, and dragon blood sprayed through the air.
Ao Zhou's scalp went numb. What kind of power was this?
This was merely a True Dragon Sacred Sword. Even a Second Saint's True Dragon Sacred Sword could not possibly be this terrifying.
His opponent was Ao Min. Ao Min had countless protective powers upon him, layer upon layer of radiance comparable to Great Sage armor. Why could they not stop the True Dragon Sacred Sword at all?
Ao Min had not expected the True Dragon Sacred Sword to be so powerful either. He had no choice but to shrink his body to a hundred zhang, only then barely managing to evade it.
Yet even so, the protective radiance on his body was continuously weakened by the True Dragon Sacred Sword.
"Why does your True Dragon Sacred Sword carry the aura of All Laws Shattered?" Ao Min could not help roaring.
Ao Zhou was dumbstruck upon hearing this. All Laws Shattered—was that not a Saint Ancestor's supreme mighty power? What right did Fang Yun have to possess it? Even if the Ten-Pattern True Dragon Sacred Sword was this monstrous,