Great Bamboo Peak.
Black Bamboo Forest.
Sword Qi Locking the Void.
This wasn't a figure of speech. It was a physical restraint.
Chang Qing Sword hovered in midair.
Its blade didn't shine with any dazzling light, yet it was like a pillar holding back the sea, firmly pinning down the flow of energy within a hundred-mile radius.
The black cloud that Poison God had been able to squeeze through any gap to escape in now seemed to have slammed into an invisible wall of solid bronze.
"Thud!"
A muffled impact rang out.
The black cloud dispersed, and Poison God's battered figure was forcibly thrown back.
He staggered two steps, crushing a carpet of withered black bamboo leaves beneath his feet.
For the first time, the old demon who had dominated the cultivation world for centuries showed undisguised terror on his orange-peel-like face.
How is this possible?
What kind of technique is this?
The Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao of Qingyun Sect taught one to follow the ways of heaven and earth.
Even when that old bastard Daoxuan personally acted, he could only use his immense Magic Power to draw upon Heavenly Might.
But this brat...
Poison God stared fixedly at the boy who looked to be only in his teens.
How is this drawing upon heaven and earth?
He's forcing this corner of the world to obey his commands!
Overbearing.
An utterly unreasonable kind of overbearing.
"Old man."
"Since you've come to Great Bamboo Peak, you think you can just leave without giving us something?"
"Isn't that a little rude?"
Ye Xuan stood on the tender green tip of a bamboo stalk that had just emerged from the ground. His body rose and fell with the swaying branch, light as a feather, as though he weighed nothing.
Behind him, Tian