Even the experts of Shangyin Academy could only watch. They were completely unable to interfere.
"Thus I cultivate my Vast Righteous Qi!"
The Chengying Sword swept horizontally, and Vast Righteous Sword Aura filled heaven and earth, slicing the Vast Righteous wind column in two.
Then the sword aura continued forward with undiminished force. Like two azure flood dragons, they lunged at Zhang Fuyao from both sides!
"Confucian gentlemen overcome others through principle!" Zhang Fuyao seemed to stroll leisurely through a courtyard. With a light point of his finger, Xuantian's Two Sleeves Azure Snake was bewildered until it could no longer find its way north, then naturally dissipated.
"Above, it reaches the blue heavens; below, it descends to the Yellow Springs. In both places, all is vast and nothing can be seen."
Then Zhang Fuyao lightly stamped one foot on the ground. The place where Xuantian stood split open in an instant, forming a massive gap. It was as if some unseen rule had imposed a restriction, causing him to fall directly into it.
The chasm was a full three thousand zhang deep. In a daze, it seemed as though he could see the river of the Yellow Springs beneath his feet.
As a technique in which words became law, Zhang Fuyao, the First Generation Saint of the Confucian School, played it with extraordinary skill!
"Inch from the Horizon!"
With a single command, the distance between Xuantian and Zhang Fuyao seemed infinitely far, yet also infinitely near. In the blink of an eye, Xuantian appeared before the old man.
Of course, that was not the end of it. Xuantian raised his hand and brought down the sword!
"One Sword, Vajra Descends!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
In an instant, like meteors crashing to earth, the solemn Faxiang of countless gods and Buddhas descended