Boom—!
Just as the blade fell.
A towering phantom condensed out of the horizon.
It was a Martial Path dharma body, a thousand zhang tall, its whole body wreathed in gray-gold qi and blood power.
The phantom raised one palm and blocked that blade light with casual ease.
With a hum.
Heaven and earth rang together.
The instant the blade light collided with the dharma body's palm, the void within ten li completely collapsed, and terrifying shock waves swept out in every direction.
The defensive Formation on the barrier was shaken until it hummed nonstop, and cracks had already begun appearing in several places.
Long Yun had made his move.
Wu Ba's pupils abruptly shrank, and he drew back his blade and retreated at the first moment.
The aftershock of that palm swept past his side, directly tearing his martial robe into ragged strips. A dull pain throbbed in his chest, and his qi and blood surged.
He steadied himself and stared straight at the gray-white-haired figure walking out of the phantom.
"You... you are the Martial Ancestor, Long Yun?"
Long Yun slowly descended and stood with his hands behind his back.
"Heh. Why do you not bow when you see your ancestor?"
"You... you think you're worthy of calling yourself our ancestor? Our ancestor is Cang Hui, not an old thing like you!"
"Oh... so you are of Cang Hui's line. No wonder you looked so familiar!"
"I do not change my name when I walk, nor my surname when I sit. I am Wu Ba!"
"Oh... so it was you." Long Yun sized him up once, his tone casual. "Several hundred years have passed. You've aged quite a lot."
Wu Ba was in no mood to trade nonsense with him.
"Long Yun, you old undying bastard. It was