"Break!"
Yang Zhan roared as his true qi fist force collided head-on with the sword shadows.
"Boom—"
The thunderous blast shook the heavens.
Yet the next sight made the sneer on Yang Zhan's face freeze instantly.
The eighty-one sword shadows were not blasted apart by the true qi fist force as he had expected. Instead, like razor-sharp surgical blades, they sliced precisely into the fist force.
Every sword shadow carried Taibai Sword Qi's unique, indestructible sharpness, cutting, tearing, and grinding.
The true qi fist force he had gathered was like paper mache beneath the sword shadows' cuts—so fragile it could not withstand a single blow.
The tenth sword shadow cut in, and cracks appeared in the true qi fist force. The twentieth cut in, and it split in two. The thirtieth cut in, and it shattered into pieces. By the time the fiftieth sword shadow cut in, the true qi fist force completely collapsed, turning into a skyful of earthen-yellow motes that scattered through the air.
Of the eighty-one true qi sword shadows, the remaining thirty-one continued onward without losing momentum, shooting toward Yang Zhan like silver meteors.
"Impossible—"
Yang Zhan's pupils abruptly contracted, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.
He wanted to dodge, but it was already too late.
His body was still locked in the posture of throwing both fists, his center of gravity leaning forward. There was no time to switch techniques; he could only take it head-on.
He pushed the Giant Spirit True Scripture with all his might, mobilizing the true qi within him to form a new defense.
Yang Zhan's body suddenly swelled, transforming him into a little giant over three meters tall. True qi coursed through him as he pushed the Giant Spirit True Scripture to its limits.
At that moment, the thirty-one