At the center of the arena, the air churned and shook violently.
The aura rising around Yang Jing surged like a wild dragon breaking free of its shackles, swelling higher and higher.
His once steady, restrained presence transformed, its depth turning domineering, its calm turning fierce. Vast, boundless force spread wildly from his body, sweeping in every direction and driving all the energy around the arena backward.
That terrifying aura at its zenith, far beyond the level of an ordinary True Qi Realm martial artist, lay starkly exposed before two hundred thousand spectators, stunning the entire crowd.
A sky-filling uproar instantly swept across the summit of Moonwatch Mountain.
Everyone stared, dumbstruck and deeply shaken, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Until then, everyone's attention had been seized and cowed by Li Tai's terrifying saber art.
Many had believed that this Heavenly Prodigy from the Outer Realm, who had concealed his abilities so well, would be the ultimate winner of this year's Jintai Grand Tournament.
That dense, dark saber of black true qi, brimming with murderous intent, and that extraordinarily high-grade Peerless Saber Art had already shattered many people's understanding of True Qi Realm combat strength.
Even veteran experts who had devoted decades or centuries to the Martial Path and long since established themselves at the true qi peak had felt their hearts tremble with apprehension when they witnessed Li Tai unleash his saber's full might.
They had lived so long, fought along the Martial Path for half their lives, and witnessed countless Heavenly Prodigies contend and outstanding talents rise, yet rarely had they seen such terrifying combat strength.
Before Li Tai's fully unleashed saber might, the foundations they had painstakingly cultivated for decades could not withstand a single blow.
It was no exaggeration to say that Li Tai, with his full