Golden Cicada, and You Still Say You're Not the Mastermind Behind It All

The golden staff became a streak of light that swept across heaven and earth.

The immortals in the distance, temporarily trapped by Ao Yu and White Bone Spirit, were swept by the staff's shadow and instantly burst into clouds of blood.

They died on the spot.

That was merely collateral force from the Golden Cudgel. Its true target was Yang Jian!

"Good timing!"

Yang Jian laughed loudly and thrust out the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade in his hand.

Blades filled the sky, leaving not the slightest gap.

Everything between heaven and earth had been "canceled" and replaced entirely by the vast curtain of light formed by the Golden Cudgel's sweep and countless blades!

The two collided, and savage, razor-sharp power exploded with a bang.

It tore outward in every direction.

The ground beneath them shook and collapsed, riddled with holes, gullies, and ravines!

This was the foot of Spirit Mountain. Though the ground appeared ordinary, it was actually incomparably solid. Even ordinary heavenly soldiers could at most leave a mark with a direct attack.

Yet now, it had been completely shattered.

Even Spirit Mountain in the distance had lost large portions of its once-majestic mass.

At this moment, it looked like nothing more than a rather irregular cone.

It was utterly ruined.

As for the Great Thunderclap Temple buildings atop Spirit Mountain, they crumbled beneath the clash of power. It was not that the Great Thunderclap Temple's structures were weak.

Rather, when the grand formation had been activated, every bit of the Great Thunderclap Temple's protective power had been poured into it.

Once Tang Luo destroyed the formation, the Great Thunderclap Temple's buildings had become exceedingly fragile, no different from ordinary mortal structures.

Anyone present could easily tear them down, even White Bone Spirit, whose offensive power was the weakest.

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