"With this single strike, I'll turn you to rot!" Rotting Old Man snarled.
Gods were eternal, indestructible beings by nature. Rot was a quality that should never have appeared upon a god, yet this strike sought to plunge even a god tempered through myriad tribulations into decay. Its terrifying power was self-evident.
In the sky, an enormous cage appeared in an instant. The strike slashed directly onto Ye Xiwen, and the surging aura of decay swallowed him whole. The savage aura emitted by the Blade of Decay spread outward.
A hideous, sinister smile appeared on Rotting Old Man's face. He knew better than anyone how terrifying this strike was. Even those peerless monstrous geniuses would be thrown into a flurry if they carelessly took one of his strikes, let alone a mere junior who dared challenge him. That was simply courting death.
Though both were Top-Grade Divine Artifacts, the Blade of Decay was even more powerful.
"How could this be? Ye Xiwen didn't dodge at all and was struck head-on! He's dead for sure!" someone cried out.
Though they were not facing the strike directly, they could still sense its terror. If it had been them, that one blow alone would have taken their lives in an instant.
"Attack! Interrupt his casting!" Gu Shiying roared, his eyes red and his teeth clenched.
If that old bastard killed Ye Xiwen, they would be in trouble next. This old bastard had clearly gone mad; he might even dare slaughter all these Confucian School disciples.
Saving Ye Xiwen meant gaining another powerful ally.
Before Gu Shiying's words had even faded, astonishing Righteous Qi erupted from the Confucian School disciples. As they chanted the Song of Righteous Qi, an incomparably powerful phantom took shape in the sky—the projection of Righteous Qi itself, immensely formidable.