A figure appeared, but he did not speak. With a slight movement of his palm, he suddenly slammed it down. The yellow clouds in the sky gathered once more, forming a pale-yellow energy palm print a thousand zhang wide.
"Yellow Springs Palm...!"
A faint shout descended from the sky. Facing the enormous energy palm print, Xiao Heng condensed a longsword in his hand. Five-colored sword radiance gathered as he slashed out with a single stroke—Sky Opener!
"Boom...!"
The enormous palm print split in two. Seven-colored sword radiance erupted, completely clearing away all the yellow clouds within ten thousand zhang.
Xiao Heng looked toward the figure atop the mountain. It was a towering peak, and at its summit sat a figure upon a lofty throne, gazing at Xiao Heng with utter indifference.
"Youngster, leave. This is not a place you should have come to!"
A majestic voice rang out, carrying supreme solemnity and a truly kingly air. As the voice spread, Xiao Heng also felt an immensely powerful soul pressure. It was like an ordinary person facing an adult tiger—though if that person held a fully loaded gun and knew how to use it well, perhaps he would not be afraid.
"Indeed, you are extremely powerful, but you lack endurance. You are merely a remnant of Soul Power. Though you possess a trace of the Yellow Springs Demon Sage's might, you are ultimately not him."
"If you truly were him, I should be kneeling and surrendering by now." Xiao Heng smiled as he looked at the figure. "I cannot be bothered with nonsense. You should know why I am here. Yellow Springs Heavenly Wrath and the Demon Sage's blood essence—will you hand them over yourself, or wait for me to take them by force?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the