In the Starry Sky, Xi Dao's figures faced off.
"Since we've run into each other, let's cut the nonsense."
Bukui Daoist had no desire to waste any more words on Yang. His Sword Finger suddenly jabbed at the void ahead.
"Buzz—!"
In an instant, every star in the surrounding heavens flashed at once, as though Bukui Daoist had forcibly drawn a wisp of their radiance away.
A dazzling sword light lit up at Bukui Daoist's fingertip.
The instant that sword light appeared, the Starry Sky behind Yang split apart without a sound, turning into a stretch of nothingness.
Time, space, and all Great Dao Laws ceased to exist, as if they had been forcibly erased by an overpowering force.
Yang's brows drew together slightly as he looked at that sword light.
"The Way of Judgment."
Yang spoke softly, a trace of admiration gleaming in his eyes. "Judging all Daos, punishing heaven and severing sin—this sword is indeed not bad."
Bukui Daoist said nothing. He thrust his Sword Finger forward, and the sword light shot out.
Wherever it passed, space was rendered useless, time was rendered useless, and all Great Dao Laws were forcibly erased by this one sword.
The sword light seemed slow, yet it sealed off every path of retreat for Yang. The power of judgment swept through the Star Sea, and the entire Starry Sky trembled.
This was Bukui Daoist using the foundation of his own Dao as a guide to invoke the judgment power of the Myriad Heavens Great Dao.
Faced with this Dao-extinguishing might so powerful it inspired despair, Yang's expression showed not the slightest panic. He slowly raised a hand and drew a line through the air before him with his pale fingertips.
No vast power spilled forth, yet the trembling Starry Sky abruptly froze.