Light of Power surged, and a rain of energy light roiled.
The entire complex spectacle trembled, as though it were about to shatter apart.
Deafening booms spread without end, while endless ripples of power surged forth.
Lin Xuan held his blade, unleashing his power without restraint.
Dragon roars resounded through the nine heavens.
A sea of thunder and fire carried extreme heat. Amid the explosions, blade light crisscrossed, and blade intent burst forth.
Emerald-green giant palm imprints kept falling, dense as rain.
Meteorites carrying terrifying pressure pierced through clouds and mist, dragging long tails of light across the sky.
Bone-piercing cold also spread. White frost rose around countless Central Region prodigies; the chill seeped into their bodies, freezing their flesh, power, and spirits, extinguishing them in an instant.
Lin Xuan swung his blade. The azure radiance of Slaughtering Heavens pierced the sky, Blade Inferno descended, and the power of slaughtering immortals surged forth as black-and-white immortal light.
Waves capable of destroying boundless territories erupted as well.
As far as his gaze reached, the power of No Sword, the third realm of Sword Mastery, condensed into invisible sword edges. Anyone he looked upon would be crippled even if they did not die.
A true Asura battlefield!
Blood rained from the sky, severed limbs flew everywhere, and screams rose without end.
Lin Xuan went all out, weaving through the Central Region elites. He alternated between Wind-Thunder Tribulation and Lingxu, and the Central Region elites could not even touch the corner of his robes.
Never before had he unleashed his power so freely. Lin Xuan's essence, energy, and spirit were being consumed madly.
The cultivation time consumed by the Soul Suppressing Pagoda had risen from a hundred years per second to three hundred years per second.
Every outpouring of power required Lin Xuan