Countless ice spikes flew in. Before the martial artists could react, flesh and blood were sent flying, and casualties were severe. After the ice spikes, a shadow came whistling through the air from afar. Like a black dragon, it leaped over Zhao Yun and Zhai Qianqian and charged toward the Elder.
The Elder's expression changed. He shouted, "Break!" His killing intent surged wildly, making everyone's hearts leap into their throats. That power beyond the mortal world awakened at that moment and collided head-on, like thunder exploding beneath a clear sky. It erupted from the ground and shot into the heavens, blasting away even the clouds above the Royal Palace.
Centered on the two of them, a powerful aura spread outward like waves.
Every martial artist, strong or weak, was knocked to the ground by that force. Zhao Yun snatched the spear from Zhai Qianqian's hand and drove it fiercely into the ground. Wrapping his left arm around her waist, he barely managed to steady himself.
"Rumble, rumble!"
The pavilions and courtyard walls within the Royal Palace collapsed one after another. Huge stones flew into the air before crashing heavily back down. Thunderous blasts erupted from the lotus pond as well, sending columns of water several yards high. Only the two of them remained standing firm.
"Break!"
The two shouted almost at the same time, raising their palms once more. All the killing intent under heaven converged in this instant, upon this patch of ground!
"Boom!"
The ground suddenly caved in. Bluestone slabs shattered everywhere, and the martial artists who had yet to regain their footing were flung sprawling once again. The palaces, pavilions, and towers in the Royal Palace shook without end.
In the blink of an eye, the two separated. The black-robed High Priest staggered back several steps in