Facing such a grim, fierce, and dense offensive, Xiang Yang merely raised his brows slightly and remained still, lightly uttering four words.
"Overestimating yourselves."
There were sixteen Xiantian Experts charging directly at him, every one of them having achieved success in the Primordial Spirit, with three among them having reached Great Success in Primordial Spirit.
Most of these people came from various branches of the demonic sect. Though they were not the finest disciples, they still counted as backbone talents. The remainder were renowned experts within their respective provinces, figures ordinary people revered as gods.
To anyone hearing them, his four words sounded like the arrogant ravings of a man on the verge of death, rather than his true thoughts.
Yet Xiang Yang's actions proved that he truly possessed the right to disregard the simultaneous assault of sixteen Xiantian Experts.
His right hand curled, and his index finger thrust out like lightning. A move of Ten Thousand Fires Urgent erupted like a storm. Finger shadows filled the sky, sharp streams of force swarming like locusts in flight, blotting out half the heavens as incomparably tyrannical destructive power suddenly spread.
With Xiang Yang as its center, a curtain-like shield of qi surged within two zhang around him. It was formed from finger force so densely packed that no gaps could be discerned, indiscriminately sweeping and shooting at every expert within the space.
"Danger!"
Three people shouted that single word at the same time.
One was Lu Chunwang. He had been looking at Linglong, and the halberd he had thrust out stopped just short. His eyes were filled with horror as he looked at Linglong beside Xiang Yang. He shut his eyes, seemingly unable to bear witnessing such a beautiful woman die before him.
Xiang Yang had previously stood shoulder to shoulder