Boom—!
A crisp explosion tore across the deathly silent plain.
The Nine Nether had gathered a vast amount of demonic energy. The Seven Colored phoenix slash, which contained the power of the ancient Heavenly Phoenix bloodline, fell into Lin Ming's palm, wrapped in dark purple flames, and crumbled inch by inch like fragile glass. It scattered into motes of light that vanished without a trace.
There was no earth-shaking blast, no shock wave of energy. There was only an almost eerie calm, as if that phoenix slash had never existed.
The entire process took less than three breaths.
Three breaths ago, the phoenix slash's might had shaken the heavens, torn through space, and terrified everyone present.
Three breaths later, everything had returned to emptiness. Only a figure in black stood in the sky, while the dark purple flames in his palm slowly faded.
"How... how is that possible?"
Nine Nether stared blankly at the empty sky, his lips trembling uncontrollably. The blood drained from his face in an instant, replaced by a sickly pallor. In those Seven Colored phoenix eyes, true fear appeared for the first time—fear that could not be concealed.
He knew better than anyone how powerful the Heavenly Phoenix Slash was.
It was one of the inherited demonic arts of the Heavenly Phoenix race, something only clansmen whose bloodline purity had reached a certain degree could cultivate. The slash condensed all of the caster's demonic energy and fused it with a trace of the true spirit power of the ancient Heavenly Phoenix.
That was genuine divine beast power. Though faint, it possessed a status far beyond ordinary demonic energy.
An ordinary peak Nine Revolutions Demonic Venerable would have to pay a heavy price even if he could withstand such a slash. Even a half-saint level existence would