The Flood Dragon King was already unleashing his full might, driving the Azure Dragon’s raging energy to its limit.
Within this fierce energy surged the transformations of wind and thunder, almost tangible in essence.
In former times, Gao Xian could only dodge such a sharp cutting edge.
But now, with his swordsmanship having reached mastery, when he observed the Azure Dragon’s raging energy, he could see that the energy was divided layer upon layer, clearly segmented.
Between these layers of energy, there existed tiny gaps—not so much gaps as weak points where the magical energy’s power thinned.
Just like a raging storm, wild and fierce in appearance, yet still having its strong and weak moments.
Before, Gao Xian could see these weaknesses in the flow of energy but was powerless to exploit them.
Now, relying on his peerless sword technique, he could pierce the thick energy by entering those thinnest seams, finding the gap to thrust a sword that cleaved the Flood Dragon King.
A sixth-stage upper-grade divine sword was razor-sharp beyond comparison, capable of severing heads at a glance.
The Flood Dragon King, while rushing energy, immediately shattered into a scattering glow of spirit light.