A faint smile touched Fang Yun's lips. His Sacred Sense manifestation raised his right hand and pressed down gently. All the members of the Water Race sank together with the Raging Waves Battle Platform, disappearing beneath the water before returning to the Western Sea Dragon Palace.
The Sacred Sense manifestation of Fang Yun continued expounding the classics, and the Western Sea's Water Race continued listening inside the Dragon Palace.
Ao Min suddenly restored his thirty-thousand-meter body, and the Million Dragon Shields enlarged along with him.
Ao Min hung high in the sky like a star, looking down at Fang Yun as he said slowly, "Fang Yun, if you wish to wage all-out war against this Sage, then I shall oblige you!"
"I wasn't playing with you, either." As Fang Yun spoke, the three-thousand-meter True Dragon Sacred Sword grew once more, becoming a thirty-thousand-meter colossal sword as large as Ao Min himself, then cleaved straight down.
There was no technique, no method, no flourish-just a straight downward slash.
The Million Dragon Shields surged like endless seashells between the True Dragon Sacred Sword and Ao Min, overlapping layer upon layer to form a mountain of dragon shields.
The entire mountain radiated supreme power, approaching that of a Great Sage.
"I knew I was right... The power of a peak Dragon Race Half-Sage is no weaker than that of an ordinary Great Sage." Ao Zhou envied the True Dragon bloodline immensely.
Sword met shield.
Boom!
The True Dragon Sacred Sword sank deep into the mountain of dragon shields. Densely packed shields parted to either side, and cracks appeared across the surfaces of countless shields. Yet the True Dragon Sacred Sword failed to cleave through them in a single strike.
Strangely, the collision between the two Sages unleashed terrifying spatial tremors powerful enough to