Ma Xian wore white, a jade flute hanging at his waist, his bearing extraordinary.
"Impressive. A second-tier fighting a fourth-tier. Unfortunately, this is where it ends."
Ma Xian looked down upon Liu Chengfeng. The might of the Great Dao pressed down like a colossal mountain blotting out the sky.
The disciples present could barely breathe; even speaking was difficult.
Among the younger generation, no one could contend with Ma Xian. He was simply too powerful.
"Will you obediently surrender, or shall I carve you into a human stick and hand you over to Young Master Zhao?"
Ma Xian stood proud and aloof, regarding Liu Chengfeng as an ant. No matter how powerful the Reception Divine Treasury was, it was ultimately only the Reception Divine Treasury. It could never shake the Great Dao Divine Treasury.
"Bullshit—"
Liu Chengfeng laughed wildly. His cultivation method surged, the sword formation rose, magma churned, and blazing flames blotted out the sky.
The Molten Mountain Sword Array struck, and the Lava Heavenly Fire Sword Array blasted toward Ma Xian.
"You won't shed tears until you see the coffin!"
Weapon in hand, Ma Xian invoked the Great Dao. Lions roared in all directions as the Lion Flame Slash descended, splitting the earth with one strike and burning lakes dry—tyrannical beyond measure!
With that single blow, the sword array shattered. The Nation Protecting Shields in every direction were smashed apart as well. Liu Chengfeng was sent flying, blood spraying wildly as he crashed into the mouth of the volcano.
"It is your honor to make me use the Lion King Slash."
Standing atop the Golden Gourd, Ma Xian looked down. The weapon in his hand was neither quite a saber nor not one, like rock and like gold. It was shaped like a great saber, its tip flat