Xiang Yang either did not strike at all, or when he did, he shook the eight directions with a force that soared into the heavens. Not only were the many experts of the demonic sect inscrutable in their thoughts, each and every one of them unwilling to contend with him head-on—even Fanputi was greatly astonished.
"This method of directly drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and unleashing it is not only rare, but also harms the harmony of Heaven. I wonder where Xiang Yang learned it. I only hope he can uphold a kind and benevolent heart, or it may not be a blessing for the world."
This was Fanputi's first thought after witnessing Xiang Yang's Mountain, Shock Gods and Spirits. The other man's strength had indeed shaken him deeply.
This was truly a martial art of the god-and-demon tier, and those capable of wielding god-and-demon martial arts without suffering any aftereffects were exceedingly precious.
At the very least, Fanputi could not be like Xiang Yang, unleashing such a powerful move without injury, his aura not diminishing but instead growing stronger. He was simply a freak.
Fanputi bore the supreme divine art of Myriad Buddha Cave, and naturally possessed similar techniques. Yet their restrictions were immense, and he needed the Karma Severing Buddha Sword to perform them. He was nowhere near as effortless as Xiang Yang.
Apart from that, Fanputi had no further impressions of Xiang Yang. The two had only heard of each other's reputations and had never met, much less formed any friendship.
Xiang Yang, who had reduced Liang Chunmu, the Geng Jin Demon Blade, to powder with a single Mountain, Shock Gods and Spirits, lightly exhaled a cloud of yellowish turbid breath. He gathered the surging true qi around him, yet instead of delight,