Like a knife through butter, like a silver bottle suddenly shattering!
Gongsun Tianyang's sword, unleashed as he transformed into a god and demon, was lightly cleaved in two by that gleam of divine light. In an instant, it was like an avalanche, and the ten thousand rays of light split apart and came crashing down...
The two halves of the sword light roared past on either side of Old Daoist's body, cutting into the sea of clouds behind him and the distant void beyond.
Amidst a thunderous rumble, the sea of clouds was plowed into two bottomless ravines that remained open for a long time.
Old Daoist stood there quietly, letting the collapsing snow mountains fall on either side of him. His sleeves did not stir, and his expression did not change.
"Rumble!!"
The sea of clouds let out a terrifying roar, as though it were answering the ten thousand divine bolts of lightning already gathering high above the Ninth Heaven... and about to fall!
Gongsun Tianyang suddenly tensed and looked up at the sky!
High above the Ninth Heaven, tribulation clouds churned.
They were no ordinary dark clouds, but tribulation clouds containing the laws of heaven and earth.
Golden, purple, and black lightning flashed through the clouds, weaving together into a thunder net that covered a thousand li.
Every bolt of lightning contained the power of destruction, enough to make any cultivator's soul scatter.
In a flash, he finally understood why, although a sword had split open the sky in Apricot Blossom Alley, no tribulation lightning had fallen.
It was because the old man before him had kept his terrifying aura suppressed all this time, only releasing it now!
This ordinary-looking old Daoist, who even smelled of a steamed bun shop, had been suppressing his cultivation all along—and doing