He sprang into the air and threw another punch!
The enormous Jiao head seemed to sense it and abruptly retracted back into the ancient mountain.
In the next moment, the world seemed to turn upside down. A fierce gale howled within a thousand-zhang radius, Gang Sha winds exploded, and the towering peak of Dragonhead Mountain was violently ground down and flattened!
When the roiling dust and smoke settled, Ji Fuyao's imperial cloak fluttered down. He fell limply, cracks faintly visible on his violet-gold soft armor as his figure blurred.
The sliver of time containing the Emperor's dragon-slaying moment had been all but worn away.
His body disintegrated like dust and smoke, leaving only a pair of eyes that seemed to hold the sun and moon.
Suddenly, a gentle, intermittent voice spoke:
"So it's the Daoist Jiang... successor to [Shao Yang]... Interesting, most interesting."
Jiang Yi withdrew his fist and stood still, his expression calm, showing no surprise.
