The instant Venerable Pudu's figure blurred, Yan Chixiao's pupils contracted sharply and every hair on his body stood on end. The light of his divine abilities surged madly within him. With a fierce shout, he slashed out with the divine sword in his hand, wind and thunder trailing in its wake.
But his reaction was still a fraction too late. With a sharp hiss, as though space itself had been pierced, a pale golden finger flashed like lightning toward the point between Yan Chixiao's brows.
Roar!
A dragon's cry thundered out. A fist the size of an alms bowl, wreathed in the phantom of a golden dragon, came crashing in. Zen Master Lunhai had struck.
The golden finger collided with the fist, and surging true essence swept outward like towering waves. A tremendous explosion shook the entire imperial capital as an enormous shock wave spread from the point of collision.
The secret meeting place of the Divine Ability Practitioners was torn into ruins in an instant, bursts of force popping like bubbles.
The experts of the Elixir Cauldron School, the Heavenly Sea School, and the great noble houses gathered there, along with Zhu Benzi, Qingji, and even the Divine Ability Practitioners of the Cihang Pure Altar, all sprang away.
Yan Chixiao ignored everything else. Braving the oncoming aftershocks, he stepped forward and brought his sword slashing down.
Pop, pop, pop!
The residual waves of true essence burst apart one after another, revealing Venerable Pudu locked in combat with Zen Master Lunhai. The sword light resembled a fierce bolt—
of lightning tearing through the sky, cleaving straight toward Venerable Pudu's head!
Venerable Pudu reached his other hand out from his monk's robe. Like a divine weapon tempered a thousand times, it clawed skyward into the sword light, actually crushing Yan Chixiao's