With that palm strike, everyone watching turned pale with shock!
What on earth was this guy trying to do?
Could he really be planning to take his opponent's spirit sword head-on with nothing but his bare hands?
Before Wang Xian could draw his sword, Wang Wenxi had already summoned the power of heaven and earth around the platform!
In an instant, the mountain wind howled beneath the Kunlun Mountains.
Falling blossoms and leaves drifted through the sky, swirling toward the platform where the two were about to fight to the death.
For a moment, the crowd standing not far from the life-and-death platform felt a terrifying illusion.
It was as if a force of destruction had spun through heaven and earth in an instant.
Suddenly, layer upon layer of dark clouds rolled across the sky, slowly pressing down like a snow-capped mountain.
It was as though they meant to crush this entire world beneath them. The blossoms and leaves drifting toward the platform carried a chilling murderous aura, like hundreds and thousands of spirit swords.
"My heavens, he's gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth!"
"No, he's trying to use borrowed power to kill!"
"Terrifying! Isn't this something only a Spirit Transformation cultivator can do?"
"Wang Xian, watch out!"
Thousands of cultivators burst into discussion at once, feeling a sudden tightness in their chests.
With only one move, Wang Wenxi had unleashed a killing technique.
At this rate, Wang Xian was in trouble.
Some of them were already fretting over the Spirit Stones they had wagered.
A golden ray shot toward Wang Xian.
The dark clouds blotted out the sky, covering even the sun.
Wang Xian closed his eyes, quietly sensing everything before him.
Meng Xiaolou glanced up at the sky and cried out in alarm, "Tell me, is