The Crumbling Stage Lures the Sharp Edge to Dismantle the Sword Art, the Wheel Attack Wears Down the Mountain, Ultimately Unable to Break

"Couldn't break it?"

"That one strike used up more than half my True Essence, and I still couldn't even shave off a single mountaintop?!"

"No... if it were just one layer of mountains, I could understand how it could be this sturdy. But this damned thing blankets the sky and blocks out the sun, stretching beyond sight—and every single mountain is this hard!?"

"What is this guy's Golden Core made of, that it can carry so much terrifying True Essence?!"

This was utterly maddening!

The elders stared at the colossal mountain range spanning the sky, its dazzling golden light flickering. For a moment, their scalps went numb, and they had no idea where to begin.

At last, they truly understood Zhao Cheng's terror.

Even if someone else learned this move, they could never wield it to such an extent.

It seemed that a top-grade Golden Core was merely the threshold. Anything even slightly inferior, and one would not even be able to use it!

Just what kind of monster was this fellow!?

If he had unleashed a move like this from the start, why would Senior Brother Qingzhu have needed to fight him? Bah, there would have been no need to fight at all!

For a time, the elders were shrouded in gloom, their brows tightly furrowed.

After waiting for quite a while, Zhao Cheng felt that the other side had merely made a splash before lowering their banners and silencing their drums. He could not help but feel surprised as well.

No, I used up so much True Essence, and all you did was make a bang?

How could that do?

Zhao Cheng's eyes shifted. His massive body suddenly swayed, and his face began turning pale again and again and again.

The violet-gold mountain range stretching across the skies