Wan Tiancheng let out a great shout, his voice carrying between heaven and earth, stirring the winds and clouds. In answer, the Demonic Sect Three Elders no longer concealed their tracks. They stepped directly into the open, intending to hunt down the Heavenly Blade.
However, the three chose different targets. Elder Kun and Elder Qiu both fixed their sights on Xiang Yang.
One condensed demonic qi into a black spear eighteen feet long and shot it forth. It pierced through space and tore through the air, its shrill howl leaving the hidden experts watching from both banks dizzy and disoriented. Even Celestials could not escape unscathed.
It was not merely an incomparably profound technique of condensing qi into a weapon; it also incorporated the Sound Wave Technique, secret spiritual arts, and other martial skills. This single move alone could be called a grandmaster's method.
The other raised a demonic hand to support the heavens. Directly above Xiang Yang, a pitch-black mass of demonic qi the size of an acre formed in the void. The demonic qi swiftly writhed and contracted, transforming into a humanoid palm.
The demonic qi was grim and chilling, its patterns distinct. The enormous palm imprint, containing the force to uproot mountains and fill seas, slammed viciously downward. Though it was not as flashy as the former and did not contain the wisdom of many martial arts, its approach of placing qi first and strength above all was likewise far from ordinary.
As for Elder Chun, the silver-haired beautiful woman, her movement speed had surpassed sound itself. In an instant, she arrived at Ning Ke's side. Colored silk streamed from her sleeve like the waters of the Liao River, its undulations containing densely packed Gang Sha Qi intended to bind Ning Ke. The move was nimble and