With the most ordinary, most commonplace saber technique, he defeated the fiercest, most tyrannical ultimate art. This was precisely the transformation of decay into wonder, the return to truth.
Anyone who could achieve this had, in a certain sense and on a certain level, already surpassed the limits of mortals.
A faint streak of saber qi, its edge thin as a blade, slashed through the long chain that had turned into a halo. Sparks flew in all directions.
As waves of force overlapped, the long chain snapped, sending ripples through space. Wherever the residual force passed, every living thing became dead matter. The aura of death lingered and gathered, turning the area around the small lake into a forbidden wasteland.
This was even more thorough and profound destruction than Xiang Yang's Earth-Extinguishing move from the Seven Limits. Even after a long period of recovery, it would likely be difficult for the place to return to normal.
At the instant their attacks collided, Xiang Yang also felt an unfathomable force attempting to strip away his lifespan. Though it was merely the impact of a faint trace of aura, it was still exceedingly formidable.
Moreover, this force acted directly upon the soul and physical body. True qi could not be used to block it, making it exceptionally troublesome.
By Xiang Yang's estimation, if an ordinary person were struck by that weak aura, there was a ten-out-of-ten chance that they would die as a pile of weathered white bones.
Even a Dao-attainment expert, without an effective defense, might lose a hundred years or even several times that much lifespan. Though it would not be fatal, it would severely damage their foundation and leave them weakened in battle. Being killed by someone taking advantage of the opportunity would only be natural.
Xiang Yang calmed