The God of War Supreme, Nothing More Than Ants

The moment the second strand of transcendent power took shape, Ling Xiao's aura surged explosively once more, like infinitely vast volcanoes erupting all at once.

Rumble...

Ling Xiao straightened his body. Immortal light burst from his spine, swallowing the ages. With the slightest tremor, he swept away all the divine artifacts and killing attacks around him.

His overwhelming aura spread outward like a gale sweeping fallen leaves, like raging waves crashing against the shore, tearing a massive rift through the battlefield like a bottomless abyss.

"Fuck! This guy broke through!"

The experts outside were instantly stunned speechless. Sensing the aura and pressure emanating from the depths of the battlefield, their hearts filled with terror.

This aura was far too powerful. It was nothing like what a second-turn half-step Great Dao cultivator should possess.

"Breaking through in the middle of battle—what a ruthless bastard!"

"Pointless. He'll only hold on a little longer. Zhan Tianyan is at the third turn; that gap can't be bridged."

After their initial shock, the crowd soon returned to normal. Ling Xiao's actions were indeed bold, but they changed nothing.

"This is bad, this is bad... That trash Zhan Tianyan isn't going to lose to Ling Xiao, is he?"

Uncle Boya lingered outside the battlefield, wanting to seize the chance to flee, yet reluctant to part with the treasures in Danyang Dojo.

He had intended to sow discord and use Zhan Tianyan's hand to get rid of Ling Xiao, escaping the demon's clutches—or, better yet, having them both suffer mutual destruction so he could reap the fisherman's profit.

He had not expected Ling Xiao to be so absurdly fierce, once again exceeding his expectations—and now he had even broken through mid-battle.

Uncle Boya began to feel that something was off, but he still resolved to watch until