Desperate Ancestor
Exhaustion clung to Lin Xiang like a humid shroud, each strand of his hair damp with sweat. The effort of condensing that single, potent thread of Yin-Yang Dao radiance was evident on his face, the beads of exertion a testament to its overwhelming power. It throbbed in the air, an almost tangible force that could crack the heavens themselves.
Lin Ping stared, unable to tear her eyes away. Even without the amplification of his numerous divine powers, her brother was a force of nature contained in a deceptively elegant frame.
"That…" she finally choked out, voice still rough from the raw impact of his prowess, "Brother, even a Peak Perfection True Sovereign would be in trouble if they took that head-on! Just what is this Dao you speak of?"