The recoil from the collision of roars lingered in the air, a sharp, physical hum that traveled up Su Ming's arms and settled in the bones of his hands. A slight tremor ran through his fingers as he lowered the Dragon Emperor Sword. He exhaled, forcing the turbulent Qi inside his meridians to stabilize.
His fifth-stage physical body, tempered to match the strength of a Nascent Soul powerhouse, was barely enough to absorb the feedback.
His brow furrowed. He had pushed his Tempered Dragon Will to its limits in that attack. Yet it was barely enough to offset the Behemoth King's wind-roar. A trace of cold disappointment settled in his chest. He had considered his True Dragon series moves his proudest achievement until now, but seeing it pushed to its limits to barely neutralize a single roar was a harsh reality check.
In a head-on clash of raw power, he was not ready to contend with the Demon King.
