"Bertutan."
"What's so special about destroying a Teleportation Vortex? I could crush thousands of ancient structures like that with a single hand!"
"Destroying a planet,"
"now that's a true display of power."
A smirk curved Shi Ming's lips.
The Sword in the Stone in his hand glowed brilliantly.
As the dragon's breath poured out, carving an abyss and destroying the Teleportation Vortex, the Sword in the Stone had already slashed downward. The blade, so powerful it was wreathed in spatial turbulence and storms, pierced through the dragon's body. It tore through the different spatial planes of its nearly three-hundred-thousand-kilometer frame without pause, surging onward to strike the solid ground beneath its feet.
The target was never the dragon's illusory body, which shifted between real and unreal.
It was the earth beneath its feet.
...
That single strike contained seventy percent of his power.
