I am a living immortal.

Using its own water spirit power to calm the black water, the huge waves gradually became smaller, but the two dragons had already been severely injured, their bones and flesh melted away, and they completely disappeared in the huge waves.

The crowd was too late to grieve, as half of Tian Wu's body had already emerged. Compared to his massive size, the dragons looked like ants.

"You will pay the price for your arrogance."

With that, his eight arms pressed down heavily upon the dragons, a force that felt as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth was collapsing. The destructive power of an innate god was too immense, especially considering this was a pinnacle being. His mere presence had caused such devastation. One could hardly imagine a war in which all the innate gods were involved. Most of the world would likely be annihilated.

But now I can’t care so much.

Numerous dragons displayed their powers. Xuan Mo pressed his staff with one hand, and the coiled dragon pillar instantly expanded and extended. He attempted to block one of the arms with his own strength. With a resounding "bang," the arm collided with the staff, the immense force bearing down on Xuan Mo like a mountain, causing even his armor to vibrate and crack. He even created a vacuum in the water, and the water continuously condensed at his feet, attempting to stop his falling body. Xuan Mo wrestled with the arm.

This was simply a contest of strength. Tian Wu's arm, brimming with destructive power, continually eroded the Coiling Dragon Staff. Threads of black flocculence appeared within the white jade, evidence of the destructive force eroding it.

Only when he faced it did he understand what power was contained within that dark water and this immense force. It was the most primal form of destruction.

Like a turbulent river recklessly sweeping away everything on its banks, it is the primal fear of natural disasters that people witness, and the ultimate, helpless destruction that engulfs everything they once knew, an irresistible and irresistible force of destruction.

Even a treasure like the Panlong Stick cannot stop it.

This Panlong Stick was formed from the old bones of Xuan Mo when he transformed into a dragon. Its essence was tempered by heavenly thunder, which had already swallowed up all the impurities in the bones, thus creating the flawless jade texture.

However, this flawless texture now also has impurities called destruction, which is enough to show that the energy level of this force is so high that it can even affect everything.

But Xuan Mo couldn't care less at this moment. He blocked it first and dealt with the rest later. Someone else went to intercept the remaining arms. A true dragon used its body as a handle, flowing water as a blade, and its body as a sword, using thousands of years of cultivation as a foundation to slash out the light of creation.

Ao Qing's hand was even more powerful. The starlight condensed again, and billions of beams of light turned into a spear, which he threw out.

Cang Lin's robe swung, his right hand transformed into a dragon claw, and droplets of pure water gathered in his hand. It was conceptually pure water. To resist conceptual destruction, one must retaliate with equal means. Experience always brings wisdom; these True Dragons were infinitely more experienced than one might imagine. Despite the vast disparity in strength, they silently blocked one of the arms.

Zhen Xiao also set his sights on an arm. He had learned a lesson from their earlier Tianbei discussion: severing intent was far more damaging than severing form. So, he mentally slashed with his sword, piercing directly through the fluid armor of destruction. He didn't engage in a struggle of force, but went straight for the essence. He wanted to shatter the arm. Sever its intent, and its form would crumble.

He thought so and of course did so.

The effect was countless times better than imagined. The arm that was pressing down on him broke into pieces before he could even react. Golden blood splattered, transforming into a vast sea of ​​blood, filled with the most primal breath of life and the power of destruction.

Zhen Xiao sighed. This person was even more difficult to deal with than he had imagined. Even a single drop of his blood would be enough to pollute vast swathes of the ocean.

But to everyone else, including Tian Wu, it was incredible. The other dragons had to use all their strength to block the falling arm, and Ao Qing's attack, the most powerful of them all, barely managed to create a hole in the hand. But Zhen Xiao, with a single wave of his hand, shattered the entire arm.

There is an indescribable sense of elegance and calmness.

Zhen Xiao remained silent despite his own shock. He knew it was just a trick; the opponent would inevitably be on guard, catching them off guard. This pinnacle being was even more powerful than imagined. While this attack wouldn't inflict significant damage, as the shattered arm was healing at a visible rate, it still gave the dragons some encouragement. So what if it was a pinnacle being? With the right method, they could be severely injured or even driven back.

Tian Wu was stunned for a moment, then filled with endless anger. He had actually been injured by an ant that he could have crushed to death with just one finger.

Sixteen pupils focused on Zhen Xiao: "Very good, very good. Since you want to die so soon, then I will grant your wish!!"

Countless pressure poured down on Zhen Xiao, causing his expression to change slightly, but he soon laughed, and laughed out loud.

"It turns out that the innate gods can also get angry out of shame. Come on!!" Zhen Xiao stood proudly with his hands behind his back, without any fear at all.

"Then I will grant you death."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sea overturned, and Tianwu's eight heads rose to the sky, its eight tails piercing the earth, connecting to nothingness. He retracted all eight arms, ready to kill Zhen Xiao with all his might. After all, nothing else posed much of a threat to him, only Zhen Xiao. Although he already understood the principle behind the previous strike and would not repeat it, a threat was a threat, and it could not exist.

So, die!

The others' expressions changed upon seeing this scene. Zhen Xiao's actions were tantamount to concentrating most of the pressure on himself. Ao Qing immediately understood his intention: he was trying to use this pressure to further advance. Zhen Xiao was the one who saw it most clearly. He wasn't unaware of the gap between himself and Tian Wu; he was only too aware of it.

This clarity made him realize that it would be incredibly difficult for the dragon race to defend themselves against such a being, let alone defeat it. The dragon race's defeat was only a matter of time. So he had to push himself. The dragon race possessed great luck, and perhaps he could leverage this to propel himself to a higher realm. Of course, the greater possibility was that they would be crushed to pieces by this immense pressure, but at this moment, there was no other way.

The dragon race had already reached the top of this steep mountain. One wrong step would mean eternal damnation. Whether for his own selfish reasons or for the dragon race, he wanted to give it a try. Moreover, compared to others, he had successors and was not afraid of not having the capital to make a comeback.