With that, Murong Yuan suddenly slashed out with his arm. At once, a phantom demonic blade cut forth, countless Demonic Marks gleaming across its surface and containing terrifying Demonic Intent. Wisps of evil aura seemed to seep from it, causing the surrounding crowd to momentarily stop breathing.
"Murong Yuan actually used his Saint Artifact!" Countless hearts trembled. Murong Yuan was an Artifact Refiner, and his weapon was a Saint Artifact nurtured by his soul—the demonic blade!
It was said that the demonic blade had been forged from a damaged Saint Stone Murong Yuan had obtained by chance years ago. A wisp of Saint Soul had been sealed within it, making the blade exceedingly strange. It excelled at soul arts and Illusion Techniques, capable of confusing an enemy's soul and trapping them in nightmares from which they would never awaken.
It was precisely with this Saint Artifact that Murong Yuan had created one brilliant achievement after another in merely five years. Across Tianxuan Continent, everyone knew his name.
"Boom, boom, boom."
Lin Taichu stood where he was, his tall, straight body erect as his robes fluttered violently in the wind. He raised his head, and a streak of violet-gold lightning burst from the depths of his eyes. In an instant, his entire aura underwent an earth-shattering transformation, as though he had become another person.
"Roar, roar, roar."
Terrifying roars rang out as four violet-gold lightning dragons coiled around Lin Taichu. Each was incomparably ferocious, spiraling through the air with bared fangs and claws as they roared without end.
They all spewed out terrifying divine lightning beams that swept across the air. Wherever they passed, space shattered and collapsed.
At the same time, an incomparably dreadful swordly might swept forth. Lin Taichu gripped his long staff with both hands and smashed it