"Pfft!"
Nangong Gu, whose mind was connected to his, only felt his web between thumb and forefinger go numb, while his chest felt as if it had been struck by lightning.
He stared in horror at the young man with his back to him, stormy waves surging through his heart.
How was this possible?
What the hell was that kid's Body Protection Divine Light?
It was actually harder than a supreme-grade defensive divine artifact?
"An ambush?" Yang Lingtian slowly turned around, his eyes filled with mockery.
"You're already this old, yet you still resort to such despicable tricks. Is your Nangong Family made up of rats?"
"You!"
Nangong Gu's old face flushed red with rage, but he was wary of that strange gray energy and did not dare recklessly advance again for the moment.
"Brother Nangong, don't let him scare you. Let's attack together!"
Jian Wuming had long since been unable to suppress the killing intent in his heart.
His son had been crippled, and his sect had been humiliated. This debt had to be repaid with blood.
"Little beast, taste this sword of mine!"
"Nine Stars Annihilate the World!" Jian Wuming roared as the essence and blood throughout his body began to burn.
The divine sword "Seven-Star Dragon Abyss" in his hand erupted with unprecedentedly dazzling radiance.
In the sky, it seemed as if nine stars had truly fallen.
Nine enormous sword shadows, each a hundred zhang long, carried terrifying sharpness capable of tearing space apart and sealed off every avenue of retreat for Yang Lingtian.
This sword was the pinnacle of his lifelong swordsmanship.
It was powerful enough to slay a Divine King of the same level!
The surrounding space began to crack apart inch by inch under this Sword Intent, revealing pitch-black spatial rifts.
"Annihilate the world?"