But it did not matter!
He was not afraid of a strong opponent; he was only afraid that the opponent would fail to ignite his fighting spirit!
Right now, he felt brimming with fighting spirit. Good. He enjoyed this feeling. His blood was already boiling, and he could not wait for his next clash with Chen Qiu!
The Seventh Prince sat cross-legged atop the fallen leaves, his entire body radiating intense fighting intent as he continued watching the scene projected in the air by the Image Recording Stone.
The Sea Clan began its full-scale assault.
Nearly thirty thousand Thunder Dragons, carrying an incomparably terrifying aura, crashed down upon the sea demons below. With that single strike, every sea demon was reduced to ashes.
"..."
The fighting spirit around the Seventh Prince suddenly weakened considerably. His mouth slowly fell open unconsciously, and a trace of incredulous shock flashed through his eyes. How long had it even been? Whether in the number unleashed at once or in sheer power, Chen Qiu's Lightning-Channeling Art had risen another level.
Just a few days ago, he could only unleash several thousand at most in one go. To summon tens of thousands of Thunder Dragons, he had needed time to accumulate them—but those thirty thousand Thunder Dragons just now had appeared instantaneously.
That strike...
had already far surpassed the destructive power a Golden Core Second Layer cultivator could produce.
Even using the phrase Peerless Among Equals on Chen Qiu felt like an insult to him.
But very quickly!
The somewhat despondent Seventh Prince rallied once more, dense fighting spirit surging from his body again. They were merely cannon-fodder sea demons at the Foundation Establishment and Qi Refinement stages. If he had gone, he could have killed them all too—it would only have taken him a little