Ma Yu.
Yang Huai.
Kong Yishan.
Shi Chenghui.
Xiang Yuan had seen the portraits of the four Feng Clan sons-in-law in Ji Boli's intelligence. Xiang Yuan recognized their faces but could not match them to their names, nor did he intend to ask. Sword in hand, he walked toward them.
A thought passed through the minds of the four Spirit Transformation cultivators, and they instantly reached an understanding.
Their auras spread out. Their figures rose like four towering mountains thrusting up from the earth, answering one another, their momentum linked together, as though they had marshaled the very grand force of heaven and earth's mountains and rivers.
Their vast pressure converged into one, an invisible torrent rolling forward to crush Xiang Yuan, seeking to suppress his mind with the force of heaven and earth until he could not even gather the strength to hold his sword.
A direct clash of Primordial Spirit wills—simple and brutal, and the most straightforward collision of heaven and earth's principles.
There was no need to discuss the strength of Xiang Yuan's Primordial Spirit. To make him feel real pressure, one would need at least a grandmaster of the Tongyou stage. Four Spirit Transformations...
All he could say was that they were decent. Facing four invisible sledgehammers head-on, he gave an "ow" to show his respect.
Since he had copied it, he had to show some respect.
As Ma Yu and the others pressed down with heaven and earth's principles in tow, they felt as if clay oxen had vanished into the sea—not even a ripple stirred. Staring at the vast, boundless, unfathomable starry sky before them, they seriously suspected they had fallen under some illusion technique.
"To receive without returning is against propriety. My turn."
After copying them, Xiang Yuan's Primordial Spirit gave a slight