Clang!
Four silver-white arcs of saber light overlapped and spread out in layer upon layer. The saber's momentum was like a raging tempest, like mountains collapsing and seas overturning, like thunder exploding. Each strike was fiercer than the last, its sharp radiance lingering in midair long after it passed. By the fourth slash, its imposing force had surged to its peak.
Wang Hu saw only crisscrossing saber light before his eyes, too fast to fend off. With a low roar, he humiliatingly opened his acupoints and shrouded his entire body in white Gang Qi.
After a deafening blast, the two figures staggered back again and again.
Sensing faint cracks in his protective Gang Qi, Wang Hu's eyes widened in shock. Where had this Foundation Establishment Realm monster come from? He was absurdly strong—especially that monstrous strength. Even Wang Hu, a Connate cultivator, had to admit he could not match it.
Xiang Yuan's eyes widened as well. Where had this tiger demon come from? His stats had swelled to this extent, yet he still could not take the other down.
The sky darkened, the rain began to fall, and Xiang Yuan started keeping his feet on the ground again.
Xiang Yuan had clearly underestimated himself. With his stats, blowing apart Shi Chengshan and Li Banshan, those two Connate cultivators, would have been no problem. The reason he could not defeat Wang Hu was that the latter's racial attributes had always surpassed those of human Connate cultivators at the same realm.
With Foundation Establishment Realm cultivation, Xiang Yuan could still faintly suppress Wang Hu in a frontal clash. The sheer strength of his stats spoke for itself.
Their eyes met, neither willing to yield. Xiang Yuan raised his saber and charged, while Wang Hu roared low and swung his claws down. White