Leave Yrniel.

"I told you, did I not? 

Even if I win, I will spare your life." 

Nux walked towards Dagahra who was caught by his binding magic. 

The Dragon Progenitor glanced at Nux and narrowed his eyes. 

Something impossible just happened. 

A Semi Saint… somehow resisted the Aura of a Divine Stage Cultivator. No, resisted was a weak word, this boy completely negated it. 

One had to know, even Azriel couldn't do something like this. 

No one, in the entire universe, could do something like this. After all, the Aura of the Law of Self isn't just a simple pressure that could be resisted through sheer strength. 

It was a gift. 

A gift from the Universe. 

A gift given to a cultivator to congratulate him for becoming a Divine Stage Cultivator. It was a symbol of the Universe's recognition. 

The Aura of the Law of Self contained some level of universal power, a Semi Saint shouldn't be able to resist it.