Still as a mountain, moving like thunder—this was Ling Jiuxiao's code of conduct.
Against a peerless monster like Azure Dragon, any suppression was like scratching an itch through a boot; not only was it useless, it would instead make him stronger.
A true genius never feared the mire, and would only turn it into steps to ascend the heavens. How seasoned was Ling Jiuxiao? Naturally, he would not do such a foolish thing as feeding an enemy.
"The Dao of Creation will, in the end, be something in my pocket."
Ling Jiuxiao spoke indifferently, and at the bottom of his eyes, there seemed to be mountains of corpses and seas of blood rising and sinking, terrifying beyond compare.
That pressure which looked down upon the universe raged outward, making the surrounding space tremble violently and let out groans of being unable to bear the burden.
"With Master personally making a move, even if you have heaven-piercing methods, you can only surrender with your hands bound."
Jun Ling Yuan's heart was filled with fervor, as if he had already seen in advance the scene of him ascending to the peak of the myriad heavens, swallowing mountains and rivers with his spirit.
What Half-Step Daluo, what Five Qi perfection—in front of Ling Jiuxiao, all were illusions.
In the former days, how splendid had Yuhua Immortal Venerable been? In the end, had he not still been slain beneath the horse, all the opportunities of his life reduced to nourishment?
Now that it was Azure Dragon's turn, the ending would not change in the slightest.
"However, when a lion fights a rabbit, it still uses its full strength."
Ling Jiuxiao suddenly spoke again, his gleam in the eyes deep and shadowed. "That Old Turtle hid the heavenly secrets for Azure Dragon. It was definitely