Ch. 1588 - Martial Peak Ancestor, Power of A Single Finger
The surrounding void twisted, and space itself shattered.
Xu Zimo slowly raised his head.
With a flick of his finger, a torrent of power burst from his fingertip.
A thunderous boom rang out.
The torrent engulfed everything, swallowing the Paragon Dragon Sovereign’s charging figure whole.
“Your Majesty!” the nearby ministers cried out in alarm.
National Preceptor Situ was the first to react. Starlight shone in his palm, gathering into an immense, overwhelming strike.
“You think I’m as merciful as Willow?” Xu Zimo glanced at him.
He responded with a palm strike of his own.
High in the heavens, spirit energy surged like a massive whale devouring the sea, swallowing every trace of power in the air.
National Preceptor Situ had no ability to resist at all, he was slapped away instantly.
He and the Paragon Dragon Sovereign were both sent flying at the same time.
Their bodies smashed into the dragon pillars behind them.
The pillars cracked apart with a thunderous crash.
Both men spat blood as they staggered back to their feet.
“A bunch of ants, daring to fight me,” Xu Zimo said calmly. “Let your ancestor come out. You few aren’t even enough to warm up.”
Hearing Xu Zimo’s words, the Paragon Dragon Sovereign let out a heavy snort.
He raised his hand, unwilling to concede defeat.
A massive dragon surged from his body, tearing through the void as it advanced. Everything in its path crumbled. Dragon might rumbled across the sky.
Its momentum swept through the world like a tidal wave.
Xu Zimo raised his head to look at it.
With a simple wave of his hand, he grabbed the dragon out of the air.
The dragon roared in fury, thrashing wildly.
But it was useless. In Xu Zimo’s grip, it was as if its fate had been seized by the back of the neck.
He crushed it instantly.
As the dragon died, the Paragon Dragon Sovereign vomited a mouthful of blood.
“Your Majesty!” people shouted anxiously.
The Paragon Dragon Sovereign waved them off, signaling he was fine. He looked up at Xu Zimo, his expression now far more grave.
“What? Still unwilling to summon your ancestor?” Xu Zimo asked. “Otherwise, today all of you will be buried here.”
The Paragon Dragon Sovereign snorted coldly.
He swept his arm outward, unleashing a tremendous aura. Centered on him, a vast and majestic force surged into the heavens.
Xu Zimo looked down.
A circular formation had appeared beneath the Paragon Dragon Sovereign’s feet.
Within the formation, more than a dozen divine dragons swam through its patterns. Their auras were overwhelming, their dragon might vast.
This was no simple formation.
It was enormous, based on the entire imperial palace. The palace itself had been embedded into the formation’s structure.
Clearly, the Ancient Dragon God-Empire had prepared well. They had long anticipated the arrival of powerful enemies.
The Paragon Dragon Sovereign said, “This formation was given to us by the Gongshu God-Clan.