Su Lingyi's flute grew ever more turbulent, its notes focused by Xiantian True Qi as they battered Master Xuanyang's mind.
But Master Xuanyang's foundation was slightly stronger than hers to begin with.
Now, with his mind and true qi unleashed at full power, both had multiplied severalfold in strength, leaving him almost immune to Su Lingyi's flute.
Meanwhile, the time limit on Chen Jing's burst of power...
Drew closer to its end with every breath.
If this dragged on any longer...
He was all but certain to die, and if he died, Su Lingyi probably would not survive either.
"Hold him off for me. Five breaths!"
He had compared notes with Su Lingyi before and knew she also possessed a secret technique for unleashing her power. She had not yet reached her limit.
The instant Chen Jing finished speaking...
He pulled back at speed.
Holding his fingers together like a spear, he began gathering the force for his Stunning Spear Strike!
Master Xuanyang's mind tightened. How could he fail to realize that Chen Jing was gathering power for some killing move?
He was just about to surge forward and attack.
Suddenly, the flute beside his ears swelled to a deafening pitch.
Power roiled around Su Lingyi, mist wreathed her body, and her white robes fluttered.
Billowing clouds of mist instantly shrouded their surroundings.
She, too, had clearly unleashed her full strength.
In an instant, the Soul-Breaking flute notes seemed to become tangible blades, stabbing into the barrier defending Master Xuanyang's mind.
They drove straight toward the blazing Great Sun in the Ancestral Aperture between his brows.
At the same time, intangible currents of power poured into his ears with the flute notes, rising and falling like metal and stone striking the ground, constantly stirring his true qi and blood into