"A mayfly trying to shake a tree. Utterly ignorant."
Faced with this earth-shaking strike, Zhou Yongchang had yet to act.
Behind him, a gaunt-faced Purple Mansion ancestor snorted coldly.
A trace of impatience flashed through his clouded eyes.
He passed the other two Purple Mansion ancestors and stepped forward impassively.
He used neither magical treasures nor spells.
He simply raised his hand.
And pressed down into empty air.
The motion was casual, as though brushing away dust.
Boom!
In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color.
Three boundless torrents of azure mana surged from his palm.
The mana transformed into three lifelike Ancient Wood Dragons.
Their scales were sharply defined, their eyes flashing with cold azure light.
Roaring, they tore through the void and crashed straight into the all-out strike of Xu Xuan's bloodflame Spirit Body!
There was no earth-shaking explosion.
Only a crushing defeat that inspired despair.
The blood-colored flame dragon, imbued with the essence of Nirvana, collided with the azure wood dragons.
It was like a raging fire meeting an endless ocean.
The violent flames were forcibly suppressed and extinguished.
Blood Flame hissed, its radiance rapidly dimming.
The dragon's form disintegrated inch by inch.
At last, it dissolved into wisps of smoke.
An absolute disparity in power.
A chasm between realms!
Xu Xuan's resolute, desperate strike.
Before the three mana wood dragons that the Purple Mansion ancestor had casually pressed forth, it seemed so laughable, so utterly fragile!
Like a pebble tossed into the sea, it failed to raise even a decent splash.
"Pfft-!"
The bloodflame Spirit Body suffered grievous damage, and the backlash struck his true body.
"Soaring Serpent Transformation!"
Xu Xuan activated the power of his bloodline.
Numerous Dharma Artifacts and magical treasures activated together at that instant.
The residual power of the three mana