Then the black hole vortex rapidly spread and expanded, occupying half the sky in the blink of an eye. Black Lightning Arcs continuously crashed down upon Lin Taichu, producing endless crackling sounds as purple-black marks appeared across the surface of his body.
Mu Yunxuan was delighted at the sight. What he excelled at most were lightning-attributed laws, and he had already comprehended them to the perfected realm. Combined with his physical body, he was more than capable of contending against seventh- or eighth-grade Origin Emperors.
"Die!" Mu Yunxuan's eyes turned icy as he soared into the air. His aura steadily climbed to its peak, vast and vigorous true essence swirling around him before transforming into pitch-black armor that covered his entire body.
His long black hair danced in the wind, and an overpowering, domineering presence radiated from him. He stretched out his palm, and a dark demonic spear appeared in his hand, emitting terrifying fluctuations.
"Buzz." The demonic spear trembled before suddenly stabbing toward Lin Taichu. Its tip bloomed with dazzling radiance, shining down like demonic light.
Lin Taichu retreated slightly. Then, with a crisp crack, a piece of armor on his body suddenly burst apart, leaving a hole through which traces of blood seeped.
"This..." The surrounding crowd froze, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. What had just happened?
Just now, Lin Taichu seemed to have been forced back.
Mu Yunxuan's expression stiffened as he looked toward his left arm. There was a small hole in his armor, and faint bloodstains still lingered there. How was that possible?
He had used his full strength in that strike. Even a fifth-grade Origin Emperor would not dare receive it head-on, yet the young man before him had blocked it unharmed.
"No wonder you dared to be so arrogant. You