The instant the Pure-Upper Thunderbolt Soul-Nurturing Sword Talisman touched Light-Thunder Heavenly Lord's life-bound flying sword, an immense change took place.
Light-Thunder Heavenly Lord visibly swelled. His skin bulged like a ball, every hair stood on end, and brilliant divine lightning shone in his eyes, piercing dozens of kilometers of space.
More terrifying still were his aura and pressure!
In that instant, his aura climbed by leaps and bounds. In the blink of an eye, it had more than tripled. His pressure was so terrifyingly heavy that it crushed space. It scarcely seemed human.
After all, the higher a cultivator's realm, the harder it was to break past their limits.
Even burning one's blood essence and soul, burning everything, would only double one's strength. That was already power bought at the price of certain death, terrifying enough to let one die alongside a mortal enemy.
But now!
It still was not over!
Light-Thunder Heavenly Lord's aura and pressure were still rising!
Bright red blood began to flow from his nose and mouth. Faint, intersecting cracks appeared across his skin, as though he were a balloon about to burst. Yet his aura kept climbing, seemingly without end. It was frightening, utterly beyond reason.
This was immortal sorcery!
It had to be connected to immortal sorcery!
And it had to be the fruit of immortal sorcery comprehended by an extraordinarily powerful cultivator of great divine abilities. Its intricacy had reached the utmost extreme, surpassing everything cultivators knew to be possible. Only immortal sorcery could achieve this.
Threefold!
Fourfold!
Fivefold!
Sixfold!
In a single fleeting instant, Light-Thunder Heavenly Lord's aura grew sixfold!
This was simply inhuman!
How could anyone defeat an opponent like that?
Some among the millions of sword cultivators witnessed it. Despair swallowed them whole; even their sword hearts cracked, and they