"I incidentally played the Flying Divine Sword, shattering the foremost peak of Zhongnan."
Sword Light glittered, as if embracing heaven and earth, and wherever the sword tip struck, it would sever mountains and cleave peaks!
What a terrifying sword strike!
The Flood Dragon's Crown Prince couldn't help but draw a sharp breath, his mind too preoccupied to care whether it was real or fake, having to muster all his strength to block every attack that came his way.
"True Dragon Nine Strikes."
A ten-zhang long dragon roared, its claws stirring the wind and clouds, with waves churning, its body flexible and bursting forth with colossal dragon might. Its form no longer resembled that of a lesser dragon, but was nearly indistinguishable from a True Dragon.
