The dragon-human dharma form looked down upon the earth, and everyone craned their necks to look up.
Amid the clouds wreathed in all living beings qi, a pair of golden eyes that would never dim shone brilliantly.
"Is... is this a god?" Dugu Bo's voice trembled.
His Martial Soul Avatar stood only fifteen meters tall. Compared with Li Hanqiu's sky-piercing Sacred Dragon Avatar, the difference was like heaven and earth.
A dragon claw pinned Tang Hao's hammer down. The three-hundred-meter dragon-human's palm was like a mountain, and the Clear Sky Hammer looked like a tiny toothpick before it.
"Impossible... impossible!"
Tang Hao's eyes widened. He had lived for over seventy years and swept across the world, yet he had never encountered anything like this.
Whose Martial Soul Avatar was this huge?!
It was like an actress who had devoted her entire life to adult films, always shooting with colleagues from an island nation without feeling much of anything.
Then one day, a Black cabinet minister arrived from faraway Africa.
These weren't even remotely the same size, all right?!
That was exactly what Tang Hao was thinking now, faced with a Sacred Dragon Avatar whose edges he could not even see.
In sheer oppressive presence, it was even stronger than Qian Daoliu's Angel True Body had been back then!
"Get the hell off!"
Tang Hao roared and slammed another hammer blow into the dragon's finger.
The dragon-human did not budge.
"Tang Hao." Li Hanqiu's voice descended from the highest heavens, his dragon's rumble ethereal and elusive, carrying an innate majesty.
"Surprised? Back then on Nordin's Back Mountain, you only had to release your soul power to pin me down.
"Now, you can't even break free of a single finger of my Martial Soul Avatar. The world remains, but the people have