"Divine Burning!!!"
Liu Yan's body burst fully into flames.
From the inside out, every inch of flesh, every wisp of saintly breath, every law—all of it became fuel.
Her slender figure gradually turned transparent within the flames, like an ink-wash painting slowly fading away.
Yet in its place rose an aura that made every cultivator across the battlefield feel suffocated.
Her cultivation kept breaking past its limits amid the burning. The shackles of the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm were forcibly torn open with a fissure, briefly touching the threshold of the Fourth Heaven.
"Die!!!"
Her entire body transformed into a crimson-gold pillar of light that shot into the sky, then turned and plunged downward, carrying an entire river of burning laws as it poured toward Lai Te.
That was no longer a technique.
She had turned herself into a sword—an ultimate sword forged from all her life, cultivation, and laws.
Sword Fall.
"Interesting."
A trace of gravity flashed through Lai Te's eyes.
At this moment, he began to defend in earnest.
He crossed his arms before his chest. The golden Dao patterns across his body lit up without restraint, and beneath his skin, the even older, deeper patterns etched upon his bones could faintly be seen.
That was the foundation formed over countless billions of years of tempering his body, engraving the primal power from the dawn of chaos into his bones.
His physical body had been cultivated to an utterly terrifying level.
"Come!!!"
Boom!!!
The instant the two forces collided, a terrifying thunderous crash echoed endlessly across the arena.
Space across hundreds of millions of miles shattered directly into fragments, exposing the black depths beneath.
The light barrier blocked all of that terrifying force.
The laws of blazing flame roamed across the entire arena, and the dreadful heat drained