"How was this possible? A Transcendent Realm cultivator—how could he be this strong?"
Xiang Yao's legs trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Tyrant God Execution was a lower-grade transcendent martial skill. Combined with Starfall Soil, the power it unleashed was enough to make even early-stage upper third-grade Nascent Core Realm cultivators' scalps tingle.
Yet now, Lin Xuan had shattered it with just a few slashes.
Not only that, but within those terrifying, savage wounds lingered an incomparably tyrannical blade aura. No matter how Xiang Yao erupted with power, he could not heal them.
Tyrant God Execution had been broken outright. Even continuing his attack had become a vain hope.
Just then, panic suddenly rose in Xiang Yao's heart. Years of combat experience told him that a great terror was descending.
"Retreat!"
In an instant, he made his decision. His Nascent Core trembled, vast spiritual power enveloped him, and he was about to withdraw.
But at that moment, black waves were spreading out from the region of yellow sand formed by Tyrant God Execution at a terrifying speed.
In but an instant, the black waves had reached Xiang Yao.
Terrifying spiritual fluctuations filled the waves, while boundless Yin attribute power rapidly converged upon them.
"No!"
Xiang Yao's eyes nearly split apart as he let out a hoarse roar.
He saw it clearly. What black waves? They were clearly densely packed Spirit Blades.
Yet he could not understand why the Spirit Blades were black, seemingly burning with flames that slowly steamed upward, making space tremble.
Unfortunately, he had no time to think. The black waves formed from Spirit Blades had already wrapped around him.
"Ah!"
Xiang Yao opened his mouth in a shrill scream. His tiny Spiritual Sea, under such a horrifying impact of spiritual power, became like a small boat tossed