The black-and-white Yin Yang energies shot from the giant figure of light's fingertips, transforming midair into an endless long chain. Its head glowed like a branding iron, its links tightly interwoven, winding toward Xiang Yang. As it snaked forward, it churned chaos in its wake, pierced the air, and carried boundless killing intent.
The moment this move was unleashed, its might could be called earth-shaking and ghost-weeping; even the entire space trembled.
Such fierce, tyrannical, and profound power was precisely the highest realm of Zhou Tong's Yin Yang Token martial arts—Yin Yang Seven Kill.
Once this move emerged, it threw yin and yang into disorder and multiplied its killing aura. Its power was enough to wound the Heavenly River, no weaker than peerless divine arts like the Seven Limits. Unfortunately, Zhou Tong himself had not made the move. With Zhou An and Yu Hui serving merely as vessels, it could at most display seventy percent of its strength.
Even so, judging by the power this martial art displayed at this moment, an ordinary martial artist who had just entered the Dao Realm would likely be unable to withstand it. Being beaten to death alive would be no surprise.
Xiang Yang's tyrannical saber qi, meanwhile, fused with the Geng Metal Qi within the cave space and surged ever higher. His saber intent was boundless, his saber force limitless, capable of slaying every man, god, ghost, and demon beneath heaven. The might of the Heavenly Saber was likewise displayed to the fullest.
In midair, the black-and-white chain collided with the tip of the golden saber qi. The black-and-white energies clashed endlessly, erupting with crackling explosions.
A violent wave of energy swept outward from the point of impact, flattening the bronze pillars throughout the tomb and shattering them into dust. Had the mountain