The vast Cyan Dragon surged forward, sweeping through with overwhelming momentum. Its presence thundered between heaven and earth, as if raging tides were rolling, enough to tear apart anything in its path.
However.
Ye Qingchen merely raised his sword slowly.
A gust of wind gently swept past him. Then, the speed of the wind picked up, transforming into a wild gust. Following Ye Qingchen's gentle wave.
Swish!
This violent gust, like a mountain flood accumulating for three days and nights, suddenly gushed forth, fiercely crashing towards the Cyan Dragon.
Rip! Rip! Rip!
The gusts skimmed over the Cyan Dragon's body, even producing a sound as grating as scraping iron sheets. Amid the storm, the previously solid body of the Cyan Dragon began to blur.
"What's this?"
Lei Ao's pupils contracted.
He never expected.
The power of the opponent's swordsmanship was once again surging!
"Just playing tricks! But today, even if the Celestial Emperor came, he wouldn't be able to save you!"
