Silence reigned atop Moonwatch Mountain.
Twenty or thirty pitch-black saber rays hung in midair, crisscrossing and spreading outward. Their bitterly sharp presence bore down heavily, crushing the entire ruined arena beneath it.
In the inner spectator seats, Jiang Yun, Lü Chongrui, Lin Tao, Chen Chu, and the other True Qi Realm heavenly prodigies firmly established at the pinnacle of their generation in Jintai Prefecture all underwent a drastic change in expression. Their brows filled with gravity and alarm, their bodies tensed, and their hearts trembled relentlessly.
They were all genuine masters of the True Qi Realm, leading figures capable of standing on their own anywhere in Jintai Prefecture.
Although they still fell short of peerless heavenly prodigies like Yang Jing and Li Tai, whose almost monstrous abilities transcended their generation, their insight, combat strength, and perception had long surpassed those of ordinary martial artists.
Precisely because their cultivation was profound and their insight sufficient, they could perceive the terrifying power of Li Tai's Heavenly Saber Descends most directly and clearly.
Not one of the saber rays drifting through the air could be compared to an ordinary ultimate technique.
To the naked eye, those dark, fathomless saber lights, threaded with fine black markings, resembled pitch-black flood dragons lurking in the void. They circled and darted through the air, rising and falling, wandering unpredictably, with no fixed trajectories, rigid patterns, or discernible rules.
The saber rays were agile and alive, transforming endlessly and moving as they pleased. Every thread of their edges carried an independent, murderous intelligence.
They seemed to possess minds of their own, accurately anticipating their opponent's evasions and locking onto his escape routes in advance. They deliberately avoided the frontal defenses of Yang Jing's fists and palms, seeking only openings and attacking only vital points-devious, uncanny, and impossible to