It had to be settled in the end!
A streak of bloody light flashing with countless crimson flames swept past!
The blood-red fortune golden dragon, a hundred thousand feet long, was sliced in half at the waist!
"Roar!"
The Lucky Golden Farmer that Zhao Kuangyin had transformed into had now succumbed to demonic corruption and was almost incapable of thought.
He had traded all his intelligence for strength.
Not that he had been particularly intelligent to begin with.
But even if he had given up everything and unleashed every last bit of his power!
He was, after all, merely someone who had attained the Dao a little over four thousand years ago.
And his attainment had been pure coincidence, accomplished entirely through an infusion of human path fortune!
Over those four thousand years, merely managing to control his own power was already an achievement.
Where would any further progress have come from?
Even if he was now staking his very life!
Even if he sacrificed the entire realm he had conquered for the Zhao family, embracing demonic corruption in exchange for greater power!
In reality, however, every world operated on equivalent exchange.
Conservation of matter was extremely important.
Vemacitrin might not have been one of the foremost primordial divine demons.
But he was still an old relic who had existed for billions of years!
His boundless strength, the magic power he had accumulated over billions of years, and the hundreds of millions of years he had spent honing himself at the peak of the primordial origin golden immortal realm!
How could a mere inferior specimen, with only four thousand years of accumulated magic power, who had reached the primordial origin golden immortal realm through crooked, unorthodox means, possibly overcome all that by risking his life for a sudden power surge?