The young man took a step forward. Such was the force behind it that cracks spread across the hard floor from where his foot landed. It was as if the entire Drunken Fragrance Tower were trembling, the tables and chairs around them shaking.
Whoosh!
His Daoist robe flapped wildly, like a giant python soaring into the heavens.
The young man drew his saber. Taking one step forward, he swept it sideways in a slash, as though even the sound of the wind had been devoured in that instant.
"Then... I'll cut you down."
The gleaming blade was bitterly cold, its light like snow.
Fierce!
Overbearing!
Powerful!
Even those more than ten meters away, though they did not face that slash directly, felt a suffocating pressure from it. It was as if their breathing had stalled, as though all the air in the sky had been squeezed away by that single stroke.
Even passersby ten meters away felt this way. Evil Monk Yuantong, facing the blade light head-on, need not be mentioned.
The instant the young man struck, Yuantong felt a chill in his heart, an immense sense of danger rising within him.
Yet that danger did not frighten Yuantong. Instead, it stirred the ferocity in him!
"Good!"
His burly body, seemingly cast from refined iron, stamped down heavily. Yuantong let out a low roar, his tiger eyes bloodshot. Air churned through his chest and abdomen, while his skin visibly turned bluish-black.
"Vajra Demon Subduing Staff!"
With an enraged roar, Yuantong's arms—each thicker than Chen Yan's waist—swelled. Thick bluish-black tendons stretched taut, supplying him with explosive, terrifying power.
The golden-ringed monk's staff in his hands rose from the ground, heavy as a thousand jun, then smashed down with tremendous force!
The staff tore through the air, splitting the airflow and whipping