"Fellow Daoist Zhenhai, are you truly going to fight to this point?" Zhou Xun asked coldly, a trace of gravity flashing through his eyes.
True Monarch Zhenhai's eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse and cold.
"Zhou Xun, today, either you die or I perish! Since you forced me to use my Nascent Soul Source, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Before his words had even faded, golden light blazed around True Monarch Zhenhai. Nine phantom flood dragons flew from his body and coiled around him, each phantom radiating terrifying pressure.
"Open for me!"
With an enraged roar, True Monarch Zhenhai threw a punch, smashing viciously forward.
The nine phantom flood dragons howled as they shot forth, intertwining with one another as they struck at Zhou Xun's Violet Jade Thunder Lance.
Boom—
The two forces clashed fiercely in midair, erupting with an earth-shaking roar. The entire sea seemed to be torn apart by the force, seawater rolling backward as heaven and earth changed color.
However, True Monarch Zhenhai had ultimately used the Nascent Soul Source Secret Art, and his strength had surged.
Though Zhou Xun's thunder lance was merely a Top-Grade Mystic Treasure, it was a fragment of a spirit treasure and naturally far from ordinary.
Under the assault of the nine phantom flood dragons, the two sides were evenly matched.
Taking this chance, True Monarch Zhenhai broke free.
He brought his hands together, and the golden great seal abruptly swelled, transforming into a golden mountain as vast as a mountain range that pressed down upon Zhou Xun.
"Zhenhai Seal, suppress!"
With True Monarch Zhenhai's furious shout, the golden mountain crashed down at Zhou Xun with irresistible might.
Zhou Xun's expression shifted slightly, but he swiftly regained his calm. He formed hand seals, and seventy-two thunder swords instantly fused into one,