A Great Battle with Wanyan Bo II (Extra Chapter for 100 Monthly Votes)

Xiang Yang was greatly shocked. The Ice Seed within his spiritual sea blazed with light, casting off the oppressive aura from outside. The pitch-black Demon Seed absorbed all manner of negative emotions, restoring his calm.

The golden Peng Bird Dharma Image possessed extraordinary spirit and lifelike vitality, practically like a living creature. When the stone fragments infused with his true force struck it, they felt as though they had hit adamantine. Its protective astral energy was condensed almost into substance, and its mysterious art was exquisitely profound.

"Ah, I'll kill you!"

Wanyan Bo had been one move short. He had nearly been defeated and killed by Xiang Yang, and the humiliation in his heart was beyond measure. He opened his huge mouth in a roar, the steel-needle beard covering his cheeks trembling as his clenched hands crackled.

He tapped the void with the tip of his foot and formed the pose of a white crane spreading its wings with both hands. Two golden wings seemed to cling faintly to his arms. With every flap, they whipped up gales from thin air, like countless fine needles stabbing toward Xiang Yang.

Then he reached forward with one hand, unleashing a tremendous suction force through the air. Ring after ring of vortex-like air currents spun ceaselessly between his claws, seeking to draw Xiang Yang directly into the range of the wind needles.

Though Xiang Yang was surprised by the peculiarity of his opponent's martial arts, he had never relaxed his focus in battle. He planted his feet like vajra, driving them half a foot deep into the ground to resist the suction.

He clenched both hands into fists. Blue-white veins stood out, crystalline as ice and steaming with white vapor. Even the slightest wisp could freeze a first-rate martial artist into an ice