"How is this possible? That boy from a Lower Dynasty... his starlight true intent can actually hold its own against the champion's Wither-and-Bloom Sword Intent?"
A member of the Mad Sword Star Realm, radiant with divine light, murmured.
Yun Shi and the others watched the starlight fill the sky, sweat beading on their foreheads as they fell silent.
How was this merely holding its own?
It had clearly gained the upper hand.
In the void.
That sword of starshine, barely the size of a palm.
Blazed with dazzling brilliance.
Endless radiance surged from it.
Like clear spring water overflowing.
It forced the black and white energies radiating from Zhou Buyu's suspended wither-and-bloom sword leaf back a full inch.
An inch was little.
Yet it had already revealed which was stronger.
That boy from a minor dynasty, whom everyone had looked down upon and believed Zhou Buyu would kill in an instant.
At this moment.
Had actually seized the advantage!
"The Star God's mighty power?"
Zhou Buyu's brows tightened slightly. Withering-and-flourishing power, rooted in life and death, was itself a profound Dao. Although he had yet to enter that Dao and had only grasped a trace of life-and-death profound intent, it was already astonishing at his realm. Yet this boy from a Lower Dynasty had summoned starshine with a wave and condensed it into a sword, faintly suppressing him. What sort of monster was he?
After all.
He held the advantage in cultivation.
And his foundation was as vast and deep as the sea.
What puzzled him even more, however, was that the Star God had long since sealed himself away, neither appearing in the mortal world nor bestowing blessings for endless ages. Xiao Chen had recited no incantation and offered no worship, yet starshine power had come surging like rivers,