Nail hammer and long hook collided.
Chaos gained color.
Tu Shan Jun, transformed into the Dao-Destroying Dutiān form, had his rotating large and small eyes flickering through the repose of life and death.
Both hands clenched the main shaft of the Soul Banner tightly.
His Undying Body supplied him with an unending stream of power.
Surging Dao patterns and profound breath intertwined into restless, mighty force.
He had already estimated Yuan Tong as highly as possible, yet only upon clashing did he understand the foundation accumulated by someone who had attained the Dao in recent antiquity.
The one even more astonished was Yuan Tong.
He was not young.
Over the ten thousand years he had roamed unchecked, he had encountered very few opponents.
He had truly risen all the way from the very top.
From the beginning of his cultivation, he had stood among the foremost; on all the rankings thereafter, his name had been listed.
Since stepping into the Dao Lord realm, he did not dare claim to be the strongest, but he was absolutely among those with the most profound mastery of slaughter.
After entering the Two Flowers realm, he had never once been defeated.
Yet this artifact spirit before him could rely on such a frail body to remain evenly matched with him for a hundred exchanges.
How could that not be astonishing?
Yet it did not make him retreat. Instead, it thoroughly stirred the ferocious nature of his slaughtering Dao.
He activated the Emperor-Slaying Art.
The tribulation-extinguishing long hook in Yuan Tong's hand burst with cold radiance.
Killing intent coiled around it, like an ancient emperor awakening amidst a sky full of phosphorescent light, grasping the Dao in his palm.
A hook that could topple heaven and extinguish earth slashed from the universe's past, seeking to