Legend of the Great Sage

peng soared over the land.
Gu Yanying smiled and accelerated even more.

Su Mirao looked at the sky and suddenly became rather eager to see his victory.
His posture of looking down on everything truly did give off a wondrous charm.

Rāhu Xiaoming smiled.
“I see!”

The star descended from above!

Li Qingshan shut his eyes and spread his arms, assuming a posture of freefall, diving into the fierce atmospheric winds again.

The wings of wind on his back constantly spread out, reaching thirty, three hundred, three thousand metres across as if he wanted to weave all the atmospheric winds into his wings.

The Force Field of the Earth was unleashed at full power, making himself weigh thousands of tonnes more.
Even with his sturdy body, he felt like he was about to be crushed.

He plummeted faster and faster, rubbing against the air violently and leaving behind a long tail of flames, like a meteor falling from the sky.

The earth filled his face; the blue seas vanished.
The Cloud, Mist, Frost, and Lightning provinces rapidly receded into the distance until only the Dragon province remained in the end.
The golden mayfly turned into a golden fish.

Suddenly, Li Qingshan snapped open his eyes, locking onto the Sovereign Dragon King.
The sound that resembled thunder grew louder and louder, booming through the world in the blink of an eye.
It shook up space like the howls of supernatural beings.

“Y- your majesty! He’s too fast! The Sovereign Dragon King can’t dodge this attack!”

A hint of panic appeared on minister Lu’s stiff face.
He was not born like that.
Instead, he had cast a technique unique to the school of Mohism on himself—the Heart of Steel—to prevent any influence from his emotions, but at this moment, the technique almost collapsed.

“Then don’t dodge.
Fire away!” Si Long said furiously.

He never expected Li Qingshan to be brazen, actually descending from above to openly tear open the formation.
He was also shaken.
He powered the golden compass in his hand and gathered the power of the entire formation, constructing an almost-tangible barrier of golden light above.

But that would instead influence the Sovereign Dragon King’s ability to fire away.
Concentrating all of its powers on defence definitely affected everything else.
It was anything but easy for the remaining cannons to lock onto the speeding “meteor” too.
At most, they could block it.
There were only a handful of streaks of light that actually managed to touch the meteor.
The rest were all torn apart by the winds before they could even get near.

The officials were great cultivators, and they were flexible with their methods of attack, but the range of their techniques and arcane treasures were limited.
They were all frantic.
By the time Li Qingshan entered the range of their attacks, everything would be too late.

They could only watch on helplessly as the meteor descended from above.
It was clearly a sitting duck, yet no one on the ship had any way to counter it.
Tearing open the formation directly seemed foolish, but it was actually the optimal tactic to turn this around.

By now, no one could stop him anymore.

In an instant, the meteor struck the Sovereign Dragon King in the air.

Crack! The golden compass in Si Long’s hand snapped in half.

The golden barrier shattered violently.
With a great rumble, Li Qingshan smashed into the deck.
Everything beneath his feet immediately collapsed, forming a great hole.

In the blink of an eye, a shockwave reached every single corner of the Sovereign Dragon King.
The cabins collapsed one by one as splinters flew everywhere.
The keel twisted and snapped.
The colossal Sovereign Dragon King had basically been split into two from the attack.

His wings of wind abruptly closed.
The fierce atmospheric winds were like invisible blades and swords, slicing through all the obstacles they encountered.

The great cultivators bore the full brunt of the attack.
Their protective techniques and arcane treasures were torn apart by the violent atmospheric winds as their frail bodies were reduced to mince meat instantly.
They wanted to flee with their soul nascences, but they were sucked into the atmospheric winds, reduced to dust.
Only around seven or eight of them managed to survive.

In a split second, the glorious Sovereign Dragon King had basically been reduced to ruins.
It plummeted out of the sky rapidly.

Li Qingshan stood in the ruins and raised his head, meeting Si Long’s eyes.
He spat out a single word.
“Piss off!”

The surviving great cultivators dispersed and fled without any regard.