Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Chapter 2237  Concentration

The current level of Ryu's Dao wasn't something that Lords could fathom. Blurring the line between animate and inanimate was far more powerful than the words to describe it alone suggested.

When facing an expert like the young man, he could even take a concept that the latter only vaguely held onto and make it as real as life itself in the target's body.

The fact that the young man thought it alone was enough. By the time he realized that he should be guarding his mind against Ryu, it was already far too late. The thoughts had weaved their way too far into his brain.

The irony was that it was precisely because Ryu was using words to do it that made it all the more impossible for the young man to extricate himself. He was stuck in a loop.

On the one hand, he didn't believe his position that words were precious all that much. But because Ryu was constantly proving how precious words were with every step, he was actually forced into believing it because the facts were playing out right in front of him.

But then that forced him to accept his position that words could be scarce all the more, only for Ryu to continue to use a flood of them to continue to attack his Dao Heart.

The cycle was vicious and endless, so unrelenting in its mind warping that the young man hadn't known which way was up and which way was down by the end of it.

He only got to launch a single attack, and the rest of the way, it was as though he was walked down in a game of strategy.

If this young man wasn't the most powerful Lord in Existence, he would have at least been top five. And yet, he didn't even get a chance before his head was shattered to pieces.

Maybe if they had managed to make it here before he formed his Title… they might have had a small right to make him sweat.

But now?