It was nothing more than a head-on clash!
But clearly, handling this move head-on would not be so easy.
The Third Sword of Netherworld Ghost Qi, wrapped in Netherworld Ghost Qi and supplemented by nearly five thousand Dao Intent Inscriptions infinitely close to the Nirvana Stage limit, possessed power that even Nirvana Stage limit experts would not dare underestimate.
For the moment, Yang Chen truly could not figure out what to use to contend with this move.
Eighth Golden Butterflies?
That would be too wasteful. Yang Chen gently shook his head.
The Eighth Golden Butterflies alone would not be enough.
Since that was the case...
Then, while using the Eighth Golden Butterflies, he would also imbue them with all of his Unyielding Dao Intent, lightning Dao Intent, Flame Dao Intent, life and death Dao Intent, and space-time Dao Intent, unleashing his own peak strike.
This strike should determine victory and defeat.
And the key to victory and defeat lay in his space-time Dao Intent.
If his space-time Dao Intent could briefly freeze the Netherworld Ghost Qi Third Sword, then victory would be assured.
If it could not hold it, then they would have to see whose methods were stronger.
Yang Chen did not blink. In the blink of an eye, he had already unleashed his peak strike, the Eighth Golden Butterflies.
All kinds of Dao Intents had completely gathered around the tip of his spear.
Then Yang Chen let out a roar.
"Go!"
With one thrust, the power of his peak spear strike instantly collided with the Netherworld Ghost Qi Third Sword.
In that instant, Yang Chen used his space-time Dao Intent, attempting to freeze the power of the Netherworld Ghost Qi Third Sword.
"Freeze for me!" Yang Chen had already pushed his space-time Dao Intent to its absolute limit.