Facing a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old youth, the two protectors of the Soul Hall launched their attacks in unison.
Moreover, they struck without the slightest mercy.
If it had been an ordinary Dou Wang or even a Dou Emperor facing this attack, they would have certainly died on the spot, with no chance of survival.
Fortunately, Lu Yunxiao was no ordinary Dou Wang or Dou Emperor.
Even a Dou Zong posed no threat whatsoever in Lu Yunxiao's hands.
Facing the two menacing attacks, a cold smile appeared at the corner of Lu Yunxiao's mouth. With a stretch of his left hand, a cyan longsword abruptly appeared.
The next moment, accompanied by a sharp metallic ring, dazzling sword light flashed forth.
Boom!
A heaven-shaking sword light cleaved into the valley, directly splitting apart the vast, unbroken mountain range.
The mountains shook and the earth trembled. The ground cracked open, and countless disciples of Fiery Demon Valley were struck by the shockwaves, leaving them dead and injured as blood sprayed everywhere.
Lu Yunxiao had already held back considerably with this strike, yet its destructive power remained utterly terrifying.
Before Lu Yunxiao, the black mist filling the sky had long since dispersed. In midair, only two illusory figures remained, trembling violently.
Had Lu Yunxiao not deliberately spared their lives, they would have already been reduced to ashes.
Chains, skulls, black mist defenses—before the Demon Suppressing Sword, they were all as flimsy as paper.
Though both men were powerful, they were still utterly vulnerable in Lu Yunxiao's hands.
One sword strike—just one sword strike—and these two lackeys of the Soul Hall were severely wounded, left without any strength to resist.
"Collect!"
Lu Yunxiao spread his hand, transforming it into a gigantic energy hand that seized the two illusory figures.
With a stretch of his