Deathly silence filled the Ancient Bronze Hall. Only the patter of blood dripping onto the bronze floor sounded piercingly loud.
Each drop struck the hearts of the surviving prodigies like the tolling of a funeral bell.
He was too strong.
Absurdly strong, so strong that they felt powerless and could not even summon the slightest thought of resistance.
Only half of Ao Qingtian's enormous body remained. He struggled to reconstruct his flesh in a pool of blood.
The arrogance once in his eyes had vanished like smoke, replaced by fear rising from the depths of his soul.
He was an heir of the Imperial Clan, bathed in dragon blood since childhood, his flesh unrivaled among his peers. Yet when that Chaos Great Hand Seal had descended...
The physique he took such pride in had shattered instantly, as though it were made of paper.
They were not even fighting on the same plane.
It was like a powerful ant facing a Divine Dragon above the Nine Heavens. Even if the ant waved its antennae with all its might, it could not shake the dragon in the slightest.
"Cough, cough..."
Power Tyrant knelt on one knee, propping himself up with his broken axe. Fragments of shattered organs mingled with the clots of blood he coughed up. This Ancient Freak from the Savage Era was now in an utterly wretched state.
"One move... just one move..."
Power Tyrant muttered, his voice hoarse and trembling. At that moment, cracks appeared in his Dao Heart.
He had sealed himself away for ages, all to contend for the Heavenly Mandate in this lifetime. He had believed his barbaric war blood would let him sweep through the world, but who could have imagined that he would not even last a single exchange against Ye Tian?
Being crushed