"Insolent!"
Yun Shan's calm, lofty words infuriated the black shadow.
With an angry roar, he nevertheless found Yun Shan's earlier display rather troublesome.
This man's strength had actually reached that of a Three-star Dou Ancestor, no weaker than his own.
But if that was all, it was still far from enough.
As a Soul Hall Protector, whether in cultivation methods, Dou Skills, or secret arts, he was far beyond the sect master of some minor sect tucked away in a backwater like the Northwest Continent.
"Watch how this Protector suppresses you!"
As soon as the black shadow spoke, he thrust both palms forward.
In an instant, fierce winds howled and space twisted. Four pitch-black chains shot explosively from his body, hurtling toward Yun Shan from four directions.
Black mist billowed from the chains. Each one resembled a massive black python, accompanied by the faint wails of tormented souls.
Those cries nearly took physical form, like sharp blades.
"You do have some tricks!"
"An ordinary Three-star Dou Ancestor could only dodge this attack, but unfortunately, your opponent is This Seat!"
Yun Shan smiled calmly and beckoned with one hand.
A cyan longsword immediately appeared in his grasp.
Cyan light swirled around the blade.
Yet amid that radiant glow, an exceedingly sharp and fierce aura spread outward.
"Wind Spirit—Fractal Sword!"
Yun Shan shouted softly and casually swung his sword, his posture free and elegant.
But as that effortless strike swept forth, a sword cry suddenly rang through the air.
Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of cyan sword phantoms gathered before him.
Once he made his move, the sky full of sword shadows poured forth like a torrent of sword qi.
Although the Wind Spirit Fractal Sword was merely a mid-tier Xuan-class Dou Skill, the power Yun Shan unleashed with it was thousands of times