Lu Xuan pressed his lips tightly together, saying nothing as the aura around him abruptly condensed.
The Primordial Spirit Power within his Divine Palace shook violently, and surging Primordial Spirit Power roiled through his body.
Then, Lu Xuan's arm moved slightly. The motion seemed casual, yet carried an unquestionable decisiveness as he gripped the Netherflame Dark Saber and gave it a light swing.
In an instant, the void was torn open with a crack, and a dazzling streak of Purple Flame Saber Light appeared out of nowhere.
Like karmic fire from the Nine Nether Hells, the Purple Flame Saber Light carried endless killing intent and blistering heat as it slashed toward the Yin Energy white mist blanketing the sky.
The oppressive Yin Energy white mist weighing upon Haoran Prefecture City seemed like the millennia-old resentment of countless wronged souls, piled layer upon layer and spreading wantonly through every inch of the city's heavens and earth.
Yet before Lu Xuan's peerlessly domineering Purple Flame Saber Light—
The seemingly indestructible Yin Energy white mist became incomparably fragile, utterly unable to resist. At the first touch, it dispersed like foam.
In a single exchange, the Yin Energy white mist above Haoran Prefecture City was effortlessly torn apart by the Purple Flame Saber Light.
Threads of Yin Energy dissipated into the air, letting out faint wails.
Mu Yun looked up. Upon seeing the gaping tear above the city, he immediately understood Lu Xuan's intention.
He gave Lu Xuan's back a slight nod, then his figure transformed into a wisp of clear wind—ethereal yet swift.
Like lightning, he shot toward the opening torn apart by the Purple Flame Saber Light.
In the sky hung a bloodless woman's face, its skin so pale it was nearly transparent, exuding a chillingly eerie texture.
When the woman's face