The Sky-Shattering Axe tore through the sky, carrying the netherly chill from the Northern Darkness Sea Eye and the tyrannical Demonic Aura of the Hunyuan Limitless True Demonic Technique. Every strike bore the terrifying force to freeze souls and annihilate all techniques. The sallow-faced monk swept his whisk, sending streams of golden Buddhist light twisting like dragons and serpents in an attempt to bind and restrain him, only for the axe light to tear and freeze them with ease. The fat monk offered up a string of prayer beads, which swelled in the wind into one hundred and eight glittering golden stars that formed an array and pressed down. Yet Yang Jian merely snorted coldly. Demonic Aura erupted around him as a black light mixed with extreme cold shot into the heavens, battering the golden star array until it trembled on the verge of collapse, its surface even coated in a layer of dark blue frost.
"This boy's demonic art is bizarre! He can actually assimilate the Northern Darkness chill for his own use! We cannot fight him head-on!" the sallow-faced monk cried urgently, the suffering on his face growing deeper.
The fat monk was equally alarmed. Though neither of them was among the Western Sect's strongest fighters, their cultivation was far from ordinary. Yet together, they had failed to subdue Yang Jian, who had cultivated for less than a hundred years, and were instead suppressed by his increasingly fierce momentum. The chill contained within the axe light not only corroded the spiritual radiance of their Magic Treasures, but also pierced straight into their primordial spirits, making even the circulation of their Magic Power feel sluggish.
"The Western Sect's wondrous arts are nothing special!" Yang Jian's gaze was sharp as a blade, and his loathing for those who coveted him