Breaking a Saint Weapon with His Bare Hands!

The Ten Thousand Zhang Black Saber Aura was so overwhelming that it seemed capable of cleaving heaven and earth apart. Yet after striking Xiao Yang's body, it actually stopped in midair!

The blade was less than three inches from the top of Xiao Yang's head!

No matter how Black Wind Ancestor urged his power or how he roared and bellowed, the Black Fiend Demonic Blade could no longer advance even an inch!

It was as though it had struck not a person's flesh and blood.

But an indestructible divine metal born from chaos and tempered for billions upon billions of years!

Xiao Yang hung quietly beneath the blade, without even raising his hand!

He merely tilted his head back and used his neck and shoulders to forcibly withstand the strike!

Golden light flowed over his body. The Dao rhythm of the Chaos God-Demon Body automatically protected him, and beneath that incomparably sharp blade, it had not even left a white mark!

He was completely unharmed!

He had actually used his physical body to withstand a strike from a Saint Weapon wielded by a Holy Lord Realm Triple Heaven expert, without suffering the slightest injury!

A deathly silence!

At this moment, it seemed as though time itself had frozen across the entire battlefield.

Everyone's minds had gone completely blank.

The Starry Sky Bandits all remained frozen in their fleeing postures, their expressions solidified in the utmost terror.

On the flagship, Black Wind Ancestor's subordinate, an old man at the Half-Saint level, let the wine cup in his hand fall to the ground with a clatter, shattering into pieces.

Yet he did not notice at all. He merely stared fixedly at the distant battlefield, his mouth wide enough to fit a fist, his throat making strange clucking sounds as he failed to