Everyone was completely dumbfounded by the power of Xiao Yang's spear.
This was no longer the strength a Quasi Emperor should possess!
Its power was even more terrifying than that of some who had just entered the Great Emperor realm!
Yet after unleashing that earth-shattering thrust, Xiao Yang didn't even glance at the dead monks.
Holding his spear, his black hair whipping in the wind, he strode step by step over the blood and corpses toward the magnificent Great Thunder Sound Temple atop the mountain.
Every monk in his path was so terrified that they fled to either side, stumbling over themselves to make way for him—a blood-soaked road leading to the summit!
No one dared try to stop him again!
They knew that anyone who went up against him would only be throwing their life away!
And so, under the gaze of countless people,
Xiao Yang strolled all the way from the foot of the mountain to the summit, leaving a trail of slaughter behind him!
At last, he stopped before the doors of the magnificent, resplendent Great Thunder Sound Temple.
He could sense the Sword Hilt's peerlessly sharp aura deep within the temple!
At that moment, deep inside the hall, an aura of true Imperial Might was slowly awakening—vast and terrifying beyond measure, far surpassing even that of the white-browed old monk.
It was as if a Buddhist giant who had slumbered since time immemorial was about to open his eyes!
Rumble!
As that boundless Imperial Might awakened, the entire Spirit Mountain began to shake violently!
In the sky, winds and clouds roiled backward. Golden Buddhist light and crimson baleful energy intertwined, forming a bizarre and terrifying scene!
The doors of the Great Thunder Sound Temple slowly swung open on their own.
A terrifying aura swept out from