Gritting his teeth, Su Ming channeled his Void Dragon Soul Constitution again without holding back. It was now a matter of pride for him. He could not hold back.
The Dragon Emperor Sword glowed with a golden purple glow as he channeled his complete Nascent Soul cultivation power into it.
He executed the second move, True Dragon Calamity.
A vertical cut of condensed raw force of his Dragon Will tore through the air. It was a strike designed to destroy everything in its path.
The Ancestor, this time, raised his hand. With a simple flick, he met the incoming calamity.
The collision did not produce a loud explosion. Instead, the attack simply collapsed upon itself, erased by an overwhelming and absolute force. The sheer pressure made Su Ming's head spin.
The sword strike vanished, leaving only a gentle breeze that rustled the Ancestor's white hair.
"Continue," the Ancestor spoke, a hint of amusement on his face.
