Kunpeng Son threw back his head and let out a long howl, his voice tearing through the clouds of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
Though his body did not continue to grow larger, the pressure condensed to its utmost limit made every Sect Master present feel their hearts pound in terror.
He had returned to his absolute peak—the true bearing of a descendant of the Ten Fiends.
Kunpeng Son's eyes became deep as an abyss.
He slowly raised his left hand. Black mist churned within his palm, evolving into a boundless primordial ocean—the supremely yin, supremely yielding Taiyin Power.
At the same time, he raised his right hand. Dazzling golden light gathered in his palm, forming a blinding scorching sun—the supremely yang, supremely unyielding Taiyang Power.
Yin and yang converged; the Kunpeng descended into the world.
He abruptly spread the colossal roc wings behind him, vast enough to blot out the sky and sun.
With a beat of those wings, a hundred thousand golden feathers fell away, instantly transforming into a hundred thousand golden heavenly swords in midair.
The heavenly swords interwove into an impenetrable net of blades. Carrying peerless sharpness capable of rending the vault of heaven and severing all things, they poured down upon the Heavenly Kingdom Master, the Sword Valley Master, and the others like a deluge.
Sword Qi surged and crisscrossed. Every golden heavenly sword contained the most ruthless slaughtering profundities of the Kunpeng Method.
Under the grinding slaughter of those hundred thousand heavenly swords, space became riddled with holes, while piercing sword cries filled heaven and earth.
This was the true world-shaking divine might of the Kunpeng, one of the Ten Fiends.
Faced with such a wide-ranging, overwhelmingly powerful indiscriminate assault, the Sect Masters present had no choice but to avoid its edge for