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"Boom!"

The entire secret realm could not withstand the power of the Immortal Emperor and trembled violently.

The ground cracked, mountains collapsed, and lake water overflowed.

Countless cracks appeared in the golden light curtain in the sky, as if it would shatter at any moment.

Those ancient palaces, sacred fields, and forests trembled and teetered on the brink of collapse before the Emperor's might.

Inside the protective shield in the distance, Xiao Niannian stared wide-eyed at the tall, illusory figure in the sky.

"Daddy...is that Daddy? He's so big!"

Her voice was sweet and childlike, filled with surprise and admiration.

Ye Qianxue and Li Mengmeng were speechless.

They stared blankly at the phantom, trembling with excitement.

"Master...Master is...?"

Ye Qianxue's voice choked with emotion.

"Emperor-level... Master was actually an Emperor-level expert..."

Li Mengmeng was in tears.

"Calm down! This is only one ten-thousandth of the master's aura."

In a little while, this entire world will be unable to withstand its master's power!

Xiao Jin was unfazed. He glanced at everyone and arrogantly raised his dragon head.

The crane and the blue-feathered eagle were already lying on the ground, their bodies trembling as if they had been electrocuted.

They buried their heads in their wings, too afraid to look up.

The pressure of an emperor-level being is an irresistible divine might for spirit beasts like them.

……

In the center of the battlefield, the black dragon's attack stopped in mid-air.

Its dragon claws were only three zhang away from Luo Tian's head, and could not go any further.

The emperor's might was as vast as the heavens, pressing down on it until it could hardly breathe.

Its body was also trembling, and the muscles beneath its scales were spasming.

Fear filled the blood-red dragon's eyes.

"How is this possible? Emperor-level pressure? Emperor-level Dharma form?"

The black dragon roared, its voice filled with terror and disbelief.

"Who are you?!"

Luo Tian seemed not to hear him. He hovered in the air, his black robe rustling, his long hair swaying in the wind.

Above their heads, the Emperor-level Nascent Soul slowly rotated, radiating golden light.

Behind him, the Emperor-level Dharma Image stood majestically, the Emperor Sword pointing to the sky.

"impossible!"

The black dragon's pupils contracted as it carefully examined Luo Tian.

Suddenly, it noticed something, and the fear in its eyes dissipated considerably.

"No! Your cultivation level is still at the early Nascent Soul stage! Your Dharma Form is activated by an Emperor-level Nascent Soul!"

The black dragon's voice turned frantic.

"Haha! Then I have nothing to fear!"

"As long as your cultivation level hasn't surpassed the Nascent Soul stage, I can kill you!"

Without further hesitation, it opened its mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood essence.

The essence and blood were as black as ink, exuding a putrid smell.

The essence blood fell onto the black dragon's body, turning into black patterns that covered its entire body.

The black dragon's body began to swell, its scales became thicker, and its horns became sharp and firm.

Its aura surged, climbing from the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm all the way to the peak of the Nascent Soul realm.

Then, with a loud "boom," the black dragon's aura broke through the limit of the Nascent Soul stage and reached the half-step Void Refinement stage.

"Dragon God Break!"

The black dragon roared, its two enormous claws carrying earth-shattering power as they continued to strike Luo Tian.

Wherever the dragon's claws passed, the void shattered, and black cracks spread outwards like a spider web.

The dragon claws rubbed against the air, igniting a raging fire—the void fire created by the tearing of space.

This strike was enough to destroy a city.

Luo Tian looked at the black dragon rushing towards him, his eyes filled with mockery.

He raised the Xuanyuan Sword, its tip pointing at the black dragon.

"One sword—shatters the heavens."

The sound was very soft, yet it resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

The Xuanyuan Sword flew out of their hands, transforming into a golden light and disappearing from everyone's sight.

At the same time, the Emperor-level Dharma Image behind Luo Tian also moved.

The Emperor Sword in Faxiang's hand was thrust out simultaneously with the Xuanyuan Sword.

The two swords, one real and one illusory, are connected in spirit and their power is combined.

A hole appeared in the void before the black dragon, and with a flash of golden light, the Xuanyuan Sword appeared between its brows.

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp sword piercing flesh was clearly audible.

The Xuanyuan Sword pierced the black dragon's head, entering through its brow and exiting through the back of its skull.

The golden sword light exploded in the black dragon's mind, shattering its primordial spirit!

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