"Break!"
High above the nine heavens, the Gale Wind cut at his face like knives as Lin Xuan's eyes flew wide and he shouted.
More than a hundred zhang away, Taowu glared with eyes as big as bronze bells, and a trace of horror faintly showed on his ugly, savage face.
This Little Fellow had actually not suffered a backlash from his magic power?
How had he done it? Forget a mere mid-stage Spirit Division cultivator—even a late-stage existence absolutely could not control a Giant Sword Technique of this scale!
If he had not witnessed the scene before him with his own eyes, no matter who told him of it, he would never have believed it.
Yet at this moment, the facts lay right before his eyes. Denying them would change nothing. In the blink of an eye, those hundreds of giant swords came chopping and stabbing down in front of him.
Faced with such an attack, if it were another cultivator, even one likewise at the Tribulation Transcendence level, they would likely choose to avoid its sharp edge for the moment.
Taowu, however, was the exact opposite.
His temper had always been famed for ferocity, cruelty, and tyranny, and he hated Lin Xuan to the bone. How could he choose to dodge?
So what if this was somewhat unexpected?
At the end of the day, he was only at the Spirit Division Stage!
Roar!
Taowu raised his head and opened his bloody maw, letting out a soul-stirring, savage roar. Sound waves visible to the naked eye made the air before him seem to turn into a small lake wrinkled by a breeze, rings of ripples spreading outward...
Wave-Shaking Demonic Art!
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly. The power of this roar alone was enough to instantly kill an ordinary Spirit