A thousand-zhang-long dragon body was crushed by a tiny whiff of wind, leaving it looking as if it had been slashed by numerous chaotic blades. Large chunks of dragon scales fell off, and dragon blood trickled through the spaces between the scales.
"Sever its head, prove my own Dao!"
In a trance, the only sound that reached Venerable Jiao's ears was a light chant piercing through.
As the Ancient Mountain crumbled, chaotic stones were stained red with dragon blood. By the time Venerable Jiao had returned to his human form, Feng Ling's peerless figure was nowhere to be seen.
In front of him, a piece of green jade plaque floated in suspension.
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The Mountain and River Seal Chaos depths were overflowing with a vast vitality, a scene of vigorous life. Xiao Chen sat cross-legged in the midst of chaos, this vitality emanating from within him.