At the edge of the boundless Gobi Desert, Han Yi held his divine saber and cleaved apart the giant shadowy hand reaching down from the sky.
Lord of Cangying, who had emerged from the divine mountain in the Gobi, shuddered inwardly at the sight.
Han Yi's move was not particularly profound. In fact, only that divine saber had unleashed world force; no world force had emerged from Han Yi himself.
This showed that the other party was not a World Venerable, but merely a Venerable-level cultivator. He had indeed not judged wrongly on that point.
Yet the power of that slash alarmed him, for it was no less than a strike from a half-step Transcendent World Venerable—a strike that broke all laws with brute force.
But no matter how alarmed he was, he could not simply let Han Yi leave.
Lord of Cangying spoke in a cold, stern voice and shouted, "Fellow Daoist, I am a retainer of the Purple Flame City Lord. Trespassing into my sect is a death-seeking act. Surrender at once, or there will no longer be any place for you in all of Cangyun South City."
Before his words had faded, Lord of Cangying attacked again. The enormous shadow behind him, whose hand Han Yi had severed, abruptly transformed into a gigantic hammer, equally black as a shadow.
At the same time, Lord of Cangying's figure swelled. He grasped the giant hammer in his right hand and smashed it viciously down at Han Yi.
Black lightning surged across the descending hammer's surface. The lightning was like a sea, spreading for millions of li in every direction.
From Han Yi's perspective, Lord of Cangying's hammer was like a sea of lightning crashing down from the heavens, with the giant hammer at its center bearing the might of