Tang Yu held Baiyu's jade tube in his hand and gently crushed it.
In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to pause for a moment. By the time everyone came to their senses—
A black line had appeared between heaven and earth.
It was an incomparably sharp sword aura.
Wherever it passed, space shattered, cleaving the hundred-zhang expanse before it into a chaotic void current.
The Nascent Soul old man's spell instantly dissipated upon striking the sword aura.
And along with it, the Nascent Soul old man himself vanished.
His body shattered into countless fragments and was swallowed by the void current. Before his death, his pupils contracted, yet he did not even have time to form a single thought.
Spring Lake, standing atop 7274's other palm, was completely dumbfounded.
A Nascent Soul old monster—
Had actually died just like that?
She looked at Tang Yu and forced out a smile uglier than a grimace, feeling that foxes ought to be broad-minded.
Revenge or no revenge, they were all good friends. She had already forgotten everything that happened in the past.
The young Daoist was equally bewildered. So Big Brother had been holding something back?
"Good thing I was more skilled."
After instantly killing his opponent, Tang Yu wiped at the sweat that had never existed on his forehead.
That sword strike had been something he asked Brother Meng Zihao for.
In many xianxia novels, villains carried one-use items bestowed by some ancestor, capable of unleashing the ancestor's full-powered strike.
When Tang Yu used to read novels, he often wondered why such useful things were not carried in greater numbers.
That way, when facing the protagonist, they would not end up being challenged across realms.
Now that it was his turn, he was not going to do something so foolish.