Cold Heaven Ice Soul Sword, Snow Tyranny Wind Devour

Yet Xiang Yang regarded the white-robed youth Chu Canglan even more highly. The other man truly had something uncanny about him.

When he made his move, an invisible pressure descended between heaven and earth. Not only did it reject Xiang Yang's control and use of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, it also clouded his heart and will, making him unable to muster the thought of opposing Chu Canglan.

This was extremely strange. In other words, less than thirty percent of Kuang Du's strength had been displayed earlier. Half had been squeezed out and rejected by this patch of heaven and earth, while the other half had been lost because his will was not resolute enough.

"Heaven's timing and geographical advantage are both on this man's side. No wonder he is so arrogant and looks down on everyone. He truly has the capital for it."

Xiang Yang could not help sighing as well. Heaven's timing and geographical advantage sounded mysterious, but in truth, they both left traces to follow and had roots to rely upon.

The spiritual energy of this world was like a playful little beast, with clear loves and hates. Here, it preferred Chu Canglan and was more inclined to help him rather than anyone else. Naturally, the initiative rested in Chu Canglan's hands.

But that was only for ordinary people. Xiang Yang had comprehended Seven Limits: Sea Breaker, a purely violent saber art of boundless slaughter. If spiritual energy obeyed, so be it. If it did not, he would beat it until it did.

Thus, Xiang Yang's attack just now had been at full strength, entirely free from Chu Canglan's suppression. There were likely not many Xiantian Experts capable of such a thing.

"Good, good, good. I, Chu Canglan, acknowledge your strength. Take my second move—Cold