So, Did We Win?

So, did we win? Tang Dongyang naturally noticed his own finger, but it had been severed so quickly that he had not quite reacted.

His little finger floated before him.

A vast aura came crashing head-on.

Before the offensive of the so-called Nascent Soul expert, it instantly scattered away.

Terrifying indeed!

Enduring the pain, Tang Dongyang still wore a smile. He glanced at the sky, then looked at that so-called little cauldron.

He burst into laughter.

That existence had not abandoned them!

Praise the unknown existence!

"Hm? What secret art is this?"

Retrieving the little cauldron into his hand, the Nine Cauldrons Sect Master watched the floating little finger with a grave expression, utterly astonished.

That memorial tablet from before could be explained as some kind of magical treasure, but now the person opposite him had severed his own little finger.

The energy contained within this little finger was even more powerful.

Where had it come from?

This made no sense.

"Die!"

A mere little finger was not worth mentioning compared to all living beings under heaven. With an angry roar, Tang Dongyang controlled the finger and sent it flying toward the Nine Cauldrons Sect Master.

A piercing whistle tore through the air.

"Break!"

The Nine Cauldrons Sect Master also roared in fury. Today truly was cursed—how could a world with such thin spiritual energy be so difficult to conquer?

The little cauldron expanded and was hurled directly outward.

It blotted out the sky and covered the earth!

If it struck someone, not even a meat paste would remain.

The ocean was instantly split in two, its waters evaporated by an inexplicable energy.

The sky darkened, the earth split apart.

It seemed countless words could be used to describe this battle.

"Sever!"

Unable to break the deadlock, the Nine Cauldrons