As for that peerless blade light hurtling straight toward him, Lu Yang truly could not stop it.
The blade light was wrapped in the Law of Darkness, the Law of the Blade, and another power that Lu Yang could not yet identify. Its might was immense, already at the King level.
With his current strength, Lu Yang had no good way to deal with an attack of this level.
Even so, Lu Yang was not afraid.
Though he could not stop this strike, his opponent could not kill him either.
Iridescent Frost Dragon scales slowly emerged from beneath his skin, wrapping his entire body.
An indescribably terrifying force crashed into him, but the [Frostward] battle armor absorbed most of its impact.
The remaining force sent Lu Yang flying far away and smashed him hard into the ground, leaving a massive crater. It only left him rattled, though; while he looked rather battered, he was not injured at all.
That was the power of a Top-grade Saint Weapon of defense!
This was the defensive strength of a peak Saint-level powerhouse. A King-level attack simply could not penetrate it!
If the attacker were a King Level Peak powerhouse like Wu Shentong, perhaps he could use overwhelming force to restrain Lu Yang, then find a way to forcibly strip this Top-grade Saint Weapon from him.
But the battle soul before him did not possess King Level Peak strength. It had only reached the Martial Dao Realm of a King, and could draw upon the Power of Law within this sandy domain.
Though it could occasionally unleash King-level power, overall, it was not a true King.
Perhaps it really had been a King-level martial artist in life. But after its original body died, the surrounding world's unusual rules had transformed it into a battle