With one finger, Xiang Yang achieved his goal. There was no pride on his face; he merely smoothed his loose sleeve as though he had done something utterly insignificant.
Compared with ordinary martial artists, what truly made him formidable was not his peerless mastery of the blade, but the martial foundation that perhaps could not be matched even if one searched the entire world.
After all, everyone could cultivate such a realm of blade mastery, but one's foundation was different. Once set, it was set; there would always be heights and depths between them.
Countless divine arts and wondrous methods, multiple transformations of flesh and bone, had forged the Xiang Yang of today. Without his blade mastery, he had merely lost one means of expressing his strength; it did not affect his overall power.
"Ha ha ha! Yan Mozi, I told you long ago that none who opposed me would meet a good end. Since I valued Xiang Yang, he naturally possessed something extraordinary. How could shrimp soldiers and crab generals like you possibly do anything to him?"
Linglong was likewise astonished by Xiang Yang's violent, ferocious finger force. She knew that if she used that move herself, it would consume seventy or eighty percent of her true qi, yet Xiang Yang remained completely unaffected. His reserves clearly surpassed even hers, not to mention his godlike command over martial arts.
She then opened her little mouth and mocked them without restraint. Now that she and Xiang Yang had joined forces, there were far fewer constraints upon them. They could advance or retreat as they pleased, fight or leave at will.
"Have you won already? Senior Brother Lu, I must trouble you to keep watch over Saintess Linglong. As for this fiend Xiang Yang, I will kill him."
Faced with Linglong's