The instant Li Wanshan's sword momentum shattered, the spiritual energy around him abruptly resonated with heaven and earth, making him seem like the ruler of this stretch of sky.
The clear heavens darkened at a visible pace. Black clouds surged and gathered like boiling ink, blotting out the sky and sun in less than three breaths.
Gales swept in from every direction. The bluestone tiles in the courtyard were torn up, while fallen leaves and shattered stones formed a vortex as thick as a water barrel in midair. Faint azure-gold law patterns flickered at its center—proof that an Other Shore Realm cultivator had touched upon the laws of heaven and earth.
"Brat, let me show you what the true methods of the Other Shore Realm are!" Li Wanshan's beard and hair flared wildly as he raised his sword above his head. The spirit patterns on the blade connected with the spiritual energy within the black clouds. "Cloud-Wind Art, heed my command! Heaven and earth, move at my will!"
As his shout fell, countless wind blades suddenly descended from the black clouds. These wind blades were no ordinary things. Their edges were wrapped in azure-gold streams of law, capable of carving trenches half a foot deep into the bluestone when they struck.
Even more terrifyingly, they linked together, weaving a vast azure-gold net over the entire Dragon Clan residence. Tiny spatial cracks flickered within its mesh, and even the air was sliced apart with piercing shrieks. Any ordinary Divine Bridge Realm cultivator caught beneath this net would likely be ground into a bloody mist in an instant.
Long Qingyao collapsed onto the ground, the spiritual power of her Dao Palace Realm nearly frozen beneath such law pressure.
She could clearly feel her blood and qi churning, sweetness rising in her throat.