Qianyu Holy Son suddenly slapped his left hand against the Storage Ring.
With a flash of radiance, a long sword wreathed in blazing flames appeared in his hand.
The moment the sword appeared, the surrounding temperature soared, and even the air began to twist.
Divine patterns covered the blade, radiating a wild, searing aura. It was unmistakably a powerful divine artifact.
"Die by this Holy Son's hand!"
Qianyu Holy Son looked utterly berserk. The agony from his severed arm seemed to have been suppressed beneath this frenzied killing intent.
He swung the flaming sword and charged at Yang Lingtian with reckless abandon.
The scorching sword ray erupted like a volcano, carrying the momentum to incinerate all things as it slashed toward Yang Lingtian.
He had to kill this bastard. He absolutely had to kill him!
He would wash away his humiliation with the man's blood!
Yet in the face of this violent strike, Yang Lingtian merely lifted his eyelids.
His gaze remained as calm as ever, even carrying a trace of pity.
"Stubborn fool." He raised his hand again.
Without any unnecessary movement, he simply swept it forward.
Buzz—the space rippled like the surface of water, sending out ring after ring of waves.
An even more powerful force of the Space Law surged forth.
The scorching sword ray, powerful enough to scorch mountains and boil seas, vanished into nothingness the instant it touched this spatial force.
Immediately afterward, Qianyu Holy Son's charging figure came to an abrupt halt.
The madness and ferocity on his face froze once more.
Just like the two guards before him, he was completely bound in place by an invisible force, unable to move.
The flaming holy sword in his hand continued to hum, radiating a searing aura, but it could not advance even an inch.