Half-Step Heavenly Dao Suppresses All Saints

The Wu Clan experts had initially wanted to withstand it head-on.

But when Ancestor Yin-Yang's aura surged wildly, the ground beneath their feet collapsed outright.

Several Wu Clan Great Experts groaned at once, their blood and qi crushed into a standstill.

"Damn it."

"What kind of miracle drug did that old bastard take?"

Another Wu Clan great expert gritted his teeth. "He swallowed even the Primordial Violet Qi. That's no miracle drug—this is medicine that costs you your life."

Tongtian snorted coldly.

"Who cares what medicine it is?"

"This Seat will cut him down first!"

The Four Immortal Slaying Swords rang out in unison once more.

Four streaks of sword light tore through the yin-yang tides and slashed straight at Ancestor Yin-Yang's true body.

But this time, Ancestor Yin-Yang merely raised his eyes and glanced at them.

Black and white qi revolved within his eyes.

The next instant.

The Zhuxian Sword Qi actually stalled in midair for a moment.

It had not been completely blocked.

Rather, part of its sharpness had been dissolved by the two paths of yin and yang.

The sword qi descended, striking before Ancestor Yin-Yang, yet it only sliced open a layer of his black-and-white Daoist robe.

Ancestor Yin-Yang lowered his head to glance at the tear, then smiled.

"Tongtian."

"Before this, This Seat truly would not have wished to take your Zhuxian Sword Qi head-on."

"But now..."

He raised a hand and clenched it.

That remaining sword qi was ground away by the black-and-white qi.

"You are far too lacking."

Tongtian's gaze instantly turned cold to the extreme.

"Bold!"

What he feared least was a head-on clash.

Yet Primordial Heavenly Lord stepped forward, blocking half of Tongtian's path.

"Don't be reckless."

Tongtian frowned.

"Second brother?"

Primordial Heavenly Lord said in a low voice, "He has