AWOO!
The black dragon shrieked in agony as its horn shattered, its dark aura disintegrated, and its vital blood gushed out. A single sword strike had broken it.
But the Sword Qi did not stop there.
The horn, the head, the claws, the tail.
The terrifying Gigantic Dragon was cleaved in two by the greatsword.
The boundless dark aura spread in all directions, causing every mountain and forest it touched to wither instantly.
Such horrific destructive power, yet it was shattered by a single sword strike from Lin Mu.
Ao Guang's expression twisted in horror as a premonition of death washed over him.
There's such a powerful Cultivator in the secular world? Twelve-Fold Towers... an exiled immortal of the extreme realm. The secular world, the Ancient Land... which is the true cradle of Cultivation? Between myself and Lin Wudi, who is the true Immortal?
No, I can't die! I'm a Cultivator from the Ancient Land! How could I die in the secular world? I... I have to escape!
