A Blade of Grass, and the Divine Form Was Slain!

Facing the encirclement of nine Young Great Emperor projections, Xiao Yang showed not the slightest fear. Instead, he took the initiative and attacked!

He knew that against opponents of this caliber, any defense or retreat was just waiting to die.

The only way to survive was to fight his way out!

"Grass Character Sword Art!"

Xiao Yang gave a low shout in his heart. In his Sea of Consciousness, the Mysterious Broken Sword that had lain dormant for so long let out a violent ring unlike any it had made before!

Bzz—!

An utterly sharp and terrifying Sword Intent, as if it could cut through the ages and sever time itself, burst skyward from his body!

He didn't use any weapon. He simply pressed his fingers together like a sword and made a distant slash at the nearest projection: the Primordial Thunder God, who held a Thunder Battle Spear.

The slash looked utterly ordinary. It had no earth-shaking force, nor any dazzling light.

But the instant his fingers swept past, the phantom image of a nine-leaf grass plant appeared silently behind him. It was a vivid green, as if it had just sprouted from the earth, with dewdrops still clinging to it.

The little plant had only nine leaves. It looked so fragile that a gust of wind might snap it.

And yet, the moment it appeared, all of heaven and earth seemed to freeze for an instant.

Time and space seemed to stop. The laws seemed to wail.

One of the green leaves swayed gently, then transformed into a nearly invisible green sword aura. It soundlessly cut toward the Primordial Thunder God!

The Primordial Thunder God projection, condensed from the Thunder Law, seemed to sense the deadly threat as well.

Two streaks of lightning shot from his indistinct face.