Force surged.
Space rippled like the surface of water, the waves spreading several miles in an instant. Like a small earthquake, they made the houses throughout the commandery city hum and tremble.
In markets and taverns, inns and alleyways, ordinary people shook with fear, while martial artists turned stunned gazes toward the city wall.
Even from several miles away, they could clearly see formless energy gather into a gigantic palm, descending with a crash like a collapsing pillar of heaven, like a mountain bearing down upon their heads.
The sight left them utterly dumbstruck.
Facing Hong Yuan's palm head-on, Black Wind felt every hair on his body stand on end. Without thinking, he sent the curved saber in his hand springing up, twisting like a snake as though it had a spirit of its own. Saber light blazed in an instant.
Riiip!
A streak of blood-red saber light tore through the air with a deafening roar, wrapped in intensely murderous energy as it slashed toward the palm.
Bloodfiend Demon Saber!
Black Wind had immersed himself for decades in this Absolute Blade technique of the Infinite Devil Palace's Baleful Division, mastering it to a level of breathtaking perfection.
Now that he had entered the ranks of Refiners, the acute threat drove him to unleash his murderous energy and bloodfiend ferocity to their utmost limits, condensing them into his blade. Its power and sharpness far surpassed anything an ordinary martial artist could muster.
Not every Heavenly Demon General in the Devil Palace's eight divisions was a Refiner.
Pfft!
The saber light met the palm imprint!
There was no earthshaking explosion, only a faint, muffled sound.
A flicker of astonishment appeared in Black Wind's eyes.
The instant the blood-red saber light touched that palm force, it seemed to be devoured by some power,