"Waaah!" Long Xuantian roared furiously. The three sword holes in his body kept venting his remaining strength. My Dream Sword gave him no chance at all, and I drew another sword from the edge of the formation.
"Child of Fortune! I will kill you!" Apart from his hysterical howls, he had absolutely no way to withstand the power of my Nine Yang Realm cultivation, backed by seven times the Dao inheritance!
Before long, seven sword holes had appeared in his body. That armor had been completely useless. Wherever the swords were meant to pierce through, they had pierced through all the same.
"Perhaps you possess endless power in the Upper Realm—one hundred times, ten thousand times more than I do—but here, you are nothing but an ant! Nothing but a soul-descended body!" I sneered. With a casual gesture, every sword floating in the dreamscape rose into the air. Then, with a wave of my hand, they came crashing down, smashing Long Xuantian into a bloody mess!
Just as he was about to disappear, I reached out and gripped the wisp of green smoke he had left behind. Then I laughed coldly. "Yin-Yang Transposition!"
Buzz!
"Waaaahhhh!!!!" Long Xuantian's soul instantly began to undergo a violent reversal of yin and yang, and his agonized screams rang without end. Everyone who heard them turned pale. The man who had been impossible for them to defeat moments ago had been suppressed to such a degree after clashing with me, a Nine Yang Realm cultivator. It was simply unimaginable.
His aura could not withstand the torture and exploded in my hand. Since it was only a sliver of a descended soul, it did not harm me, but he was probably going to suffer endless torment up there. If I were him, I would summon a