The Supreme Old Taoist closed his eyes with a bitter smile and murmured with a sigh:
"As expected..."
A snowy dragon spanning a thousand miles, shattered in a single move.
No matter if it's a grandmaster who roams the Jianghu with carefree elegance, or a villager who relies solely on brute strength.
In front of him, there was no difference.
He looked at this world as if at eye level.
Dugu Mohe was not killed by this strike, not even harmed. His body was like diamond, the strike only drove him into the ground.
But this move was already the strongest he could unleash.
Dugu Mohe seemed to be both crying and laughing.
Thirty years of sitting in solitude, wandering ten thousand miles alone, nurturing qi and intent.
Crushed by a single frontal strike.
In the hole made by the strike, Dugu Mohe suddenly lost the will to continue fighting. Not just his will, even the mindset he polished over thirty years, as round and bright as a pearl, started to crack.
