Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black—six Spirit Rings exploded in succession. Vast Soul Power surged into the Clear Sky Hammer like an erupting volcano, causing the hammer to expand to over thirty meters. Twisted golden patterns surfaced across its body—this was the ultimate form of the Great Sumeru Hammer, a supreme strike purchased by burning one's soul.
"Shen Lian! Taste the foundation of my Clear Sky Sect!"
Great Elder's hair stood on end under the impact of his Soul Power. The wrinkles on his face twisted from excruciating pain, yet he stared fixedly at Shen Lian, his eyes flashing with the madness of someone ready to perish together with his enemy.
His broken ribs had long since stopped bleeding. In their place, golden Soul Power gushed from his wounds, making him look like a God of War.
Shen Lian stood where he was, his Soul Power stirring without wind.
He looked at the Clear Sky Hammer carrying an aura of destruction, then glanced at the life force steadily fading from Great Elder's chest. At last, the playful look on his face vanished.
This old man was far tougher than expected. If he delayed any longer, Tang San and the others might really escape too far.
"Enough playing."
Shen Lian spoke softly as he slowly raised the Dragon-Slaying Blade.
Dark purple Soul Power began to boil along the blade. Nine Spirit Rings lit up beneath his feet in sequence, from yellow to red, finally settling on the pitch-black ninth Spirit Ring.
Unlike Great Elder's violent Soul Power, Shen Lian's was condensed almost into substance, pressing the very air until it groaned.
"Ninth Soul Skill—Nine Blades Into One!"
Nine blade auras of different forms surged from the Dragon-Slaying Blade, intertwining and merging in midair before finally becoming a dark purple blade of