Facing this strike, Xiang Yang advanced instead of retreating. A wisp of pure white blade aura condensed outside his body, flickering in and out of sight. The cry of a blade rang out, releasing an ultimate cutting force that hissed as though it would slice space apart.
The Yin Wind formed from the Demon Blade's saber aura became violently ferocious the instant it landed on Xiang Yang's body. It howled like the wails of vicious ghosts, truly like a cold wind blowing from the Yellow Springs—yet all that came through was the unending echo of metal striking metal.
"How is that possible?"
Demon Blade's eyes widened. He could scarcely believe what he was seeing, yet he had no choice but to believe it.
Driven by his abundant demonic essence, accumulated and tempered over years, and wielded through the supreme mental method of the Twelve Hates of the Demon Blade, his Yin Wind Demon Blade could grind even vajra into powder. Yet Xiang Yang had blocked it with the sheer sharpness of his fleshly body. This man's hardening cultivation was likely the greatest of the present age.
With such hardening cultivation, even if Demon Blade stood there and let him attack, whether he could break through his physical body and harm Xiang Yang would remain an open question.
In Xiang Yang's understanding, Patriarch Bodhidharma had traveled from distant Tianzhu to the Central Plains to spread Buddhist teachings, only to face suppression from the local martial world. Unwilling to completely inflame the conflict between both sides, he had performed a great feat through his Hardening Divine Skill.
He allowed masters from the great sects of the Central Plains martial world to punch and kick him, slash him with sabers and swords, burn him with fire, and drown him in water, yet not