This saber technique was the Golden Crow Saber Technique Xiang Yang had cultivated in his youth, originating from Shi Xiaocui of the Metal-element Knight-Errant Journey. Its ceiling was actually quite low; let alone comparing its power to peerless saber arts like the Seven Limits, even the Blood Saber Scripture left it eight streets behind.
Yet at this very moment, when Xiang Yang unleashed the Golden Crow Saber Technique, its blazing saber qi was invincible, stretching a hundred zhang across the heavens. Like a great sun high in the sky shedding light and heat, it truly possessed the might to burn the heavens and boil the seas.
With myth-like talent and martial arts, Xiang Yang had forcibly enhanced and elevated this technique a thousandfold, ten thousandfold. That it could even contend against supreme divine arts like Tongtian Dao's Nine Transformations of the Profound Heaven was nothing short of a miracle.
To the current Xiang Yang, martial arts themselves could actually contribute very little. What was truly powerful was the man himself—turning decay into magic. That was where his true strength lay.
This was closely connected to his recent comprehension of the Heavenly Dao, his roaming through the void, and his absorption of endless information.
Like ten thousand jin of explosives detonating, Xiang Yang's saber qi and Fan Zeng's Bridge to Heaven both shattered in the void. Their immense power became a swirling gray mist storm that lingered for a long while, gathering countless floating objects from the air within it. Its formidable grinding force could even pulverize a small mountain.
At the very instant Xiang Yang struck with his palm-saber, Boss Hu, floating in the air, saw his aura weaken without limit before vanishing from where he stood. His entire person became utterly soundless, as though he had merged with the