"Twofold Dust Formation!"
Liu Zhan flew into a rage. Scarlet and azure clouds sprang forth, and misty radiance of varying sizes abruptly rose—like smoke yet not smoke, like fog yet not fog. With a chime, it scattered into dense billows that spread in every direction, rendering all things impossible to see or discern.
"Laughable overestimation of yourself!"
Xie Zhenqing did not even raise his brows, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"With so many tricks, I can tell at a glance that you still do not understand the true Dao!"
"If it were another time, I might have played with you. But now, forget it!"
Xie Zhenqing swept his gaze across the spreading mist. Yet he seemed able to see everything clearly. Taking one step, he arrived at another palace pavilion wherever the rainbow light reached.
"Using the formation to reverse things, trying to shift and patch up the damaged areas?"
Xie Zhenqing sneered and pressed down with one hand. Faint, indistinct dragon roars emerged once more.
The entire Dao Realm began to tremble slightly, while the cracks above continued to split apart.
"You are absolutely not an ordinary Demon King!"
Liu Zhan calmed down, but his gaze upon Xie Zhenqing was filled with astonishment.
"You possess Former-Dynasty Dragon Aura!"
This demon before him actually carried Dragon Aura!
And it was Former-Dynasty Dragon Aura!
"Your sect truly has some Fortune. You found the Earth-Vein Node, received imperial investiture, gathered Incense Offerings, and established this embryonic Dao Realm... what a fine foundation."
Xie Zhenqing assessed it calmly.
"But why did you skin and dismember demons, slaughtering them to refine shattered souls? Did my race truly bear such immense hatred toward your sect?"
"Hmph. Those not of our race must harbor different hearts!"
A True Person from the pavilion