None of the star wreckage, floating islands, or barriers of rules along the way could withstand the might of Shen Yi or the Kunwu Branch.
The layers of Veils that had hung around the Hidden Light Hall for centuries had long since been blown backward by the shockwaves. Rules burned to ash, and even the Holy Land beneath their feet was rapidly cracking.
The Hall Master in the dark brown robe attacked again.
He stepped forward, and before he reached midair, dozens of strands of rule power swept in from every direction. Green light crisscrossed like a cast net, ready to pin Shen Yi in place.
Shen Yi did not dodge.
He raised his hand. The white-hot flame in his palm drew inward, thinning to a single layer, and met the net head-on.
The moment the green light touched the flame, it slowed, like a galloping horse whose reins had been seized.
By the time the dozens of strands came within thirty feet of Shen Yi, they had nearly frozen in place. Then they dissolved without a sound, falling away in a shower of cold ash.
The dark-brown-robed Hall Master's expression changed. He shifted tactics and attacked again.
This time, the green light did not spread out. It twisted into a fine line aimed straight at Shen Yi's face.
Shen Yi leaned aside.
The line of green light grazed his temple and pierced the star wreckage behind him. The wreckage split down the middle, cracks racing for miles as the rules along their edges collapsed in sheets, as though their bones had been pulled out.
The Cangwu Hall Master stood farther away and did not strike directly again.
The Kunwu Branch's power could easily catch the other Hall Master in its path. Yet when the Cangwu Hall Master held back,