Blast Apart

With this slash, the sky-sea surged in waves.

Everything before it seemed incapable of becoming an obstacle to this slash. Even this small world shrouded by the domain seemed to have gained a crack reflected across it.

The heavens blazed bright.

Frost gleamed like silver.

A silver moon bearing true intent hung suspended in midair.

What a sight—an upside-down sea, above which a bright moon rose!

A violent aura coiled around Ao Mengsheng like immortal wisps unwilling to disperse after countless years.

"Die!"

The enormous dragonman, three zhang tall, opened his blood basin of a mouth and squeezed out that savage word.

His head had completely transformed into a dragon's head, the horns atop it spreading like bristling coral. The wound that had once split open his belly had already become nothing more than a small gash.

The dragonman was still not the end.

Clouds and mist descended, the wind rose, and the sky-sea hung low. At last, the colossal thing appeared.

Its long, crooked antlers were craggy horns; the silver moon saber was terrifying fangs.

"Appear."

Tu Shan Jun murmured softly.

Armor clad his body, and ten small banners emerged behind him like a cloak.

He had not wanted to use too much power. After all, a Venerable was still imprisoned within the Soul Banner. Without the support of the Yin God, that Venerable might find things much easier. Yet this battle could no longer afford to drag on.

"Second-layer true intent!"

Tu Shan Jun shot skyward like a bursting meteor.

Weapons were extensions of one's fists and feet. No matter how hard a fist was, it could not clash head-on with a weapon. Fist intent could have been unleashed by any means.

Roar.

The old robed ape in his sea of consciousness leaped up, golden scale armor faintly