Xiang Yuan's expression turned stern at the thought of his senior brother's safety. Casting aside all playfulness, he drew the Storm Mist Blade and opened with Lone Star Chasing Moon.
A silver-white streak of light flashed across heaven and earth. As clouds and ground closed in around it, the blade hummed and trembled, while the phantom image of a White Tiger roared, stirring up a fierce wind.
A flash of razor-sharp light pierced through heaven and earth, sweeping across the great expanse, cleaving sky and obliterating land as it broke through layer upon layer of obstacles in an instant.
The brilliant light stabbed at the eyes. Before the cold gleam even arrived, it had already pierced Li Yuanrong's Primordial Spirit with such pain that it nearly split apart. Li Yuanrong did not dare receive this blade head-on. His saber and sword carved out the crisscrossing pattern, borrowing the grand formation of Shangyuan Capital to forcibly suppress the overwhelming strike.
Boom!
The force of Lone Star Chasing Moon dissipated. Xiang Yuan advanced with blade in hand, erupting into a charge. The terrifying power dented space itself, and in Li Yuanrong's horrified gaze, an enormous blade shadow filled the entire world.
Crack!
Saber and sword rang together, then gave a mournful cry.
The saber and sword in Li Yuanrong's hands shattered, exploding into a spray of iron fragments. His body flew backward, and a large cloud of red mist burst from him in midair.
The terrifying blade light stretched from heaven to earth, carrying an irresistible momentum and unfolding tyrannical dominance. Its residual force did not cease, continuing to pursue Li Yuanrong. Blinding blade light surged like a net cast over heaven and earth, pressing forward layer by layer, its rippling tremors comparable to raging waves and stormy seas.
The great momentum