The dark clouds in the sky had subsided and the originally sunny day returned.
The pillar of water that connected the ground and the sky had subsided as if it was never there in the first place. The ocean retained its original peace.
The wind blew onto Ling Xian's black hair and his white robe, as he stood tall in space. Like an undefeatable Buddha, he peered down onto others and embraced what was to come.
After he broke down the Tornado of the Demonic Dragon, his aura became increasingly overpowering and terrifying!
Everyone was stunned.
One strike… destroyed it?
How was that possible? That was the legendary Tornado of the Demonic Dragon. A phenomenon that even the completion levelled cultivator could not defend against.
Everyone's eyes widened as they looked towards Ling Xian with disbelief.
Reality speak louder than words.
The Tornado of the Demonic Dragon was gone, and it was gone after merely one attack. This was the reality that nobody could deny!