Xiang Yang only felt a certain fine thread binding him snap free. The stifling, pent-up sensation of being cooped up in a single room was swept away completely.
Within his dantian, Xiang Yang's still boundless true qi after the great battle transformed into hundreds upon thousands of tiny streams. They surged out through the hundreds upon thousands of acupoints across his body, leaving not a drop behind as they dispersed into the universe.
In the instant his true qi drained away, the blood qi throughout his body seemed to turn Xiang Yang from an invincible, peerless figure into an ordinary man wholly unversed in martial arts.
And at that very instant, Demon Sword, wielding the Green Steel Sword, struck with the strongest blow of the Demon Sword Art. A point of cold radiance at the sword tip, black as ink, landed upon Xiang Yang's brow. It pierced flesh in a single strike, so smoothly that Demon Sword nearly thought he had missed. How could this be?
Though the current circumstances were indeed the most favorable outcome he had anticipated, Xiang Yang's indestructible golden body was also a fact. For him to break through his opponent's flesh so effortlessly—no matter how he looked at it, something was wrong.
Yet Demon Sword quickly sensed the anomaly. The sword that had pierced bone and flesh seemed to be eroded by a dense current of energy. The blade, once gleaming with green light, became mottled with rust in no more than a breath, as though it had lost its purest essence.
Almost the instant the Green Steel Sword in Demon Sword's hand pierced Xiang Yang's brow, the mental arrow fired by the Heart Demon also shot through. It likewise imprinted itself upon his brow, blasting the Blade God within into scattered fragments. The dispersed