The smug expression froze on his sinister face, as though someone had pressed pause.
His eyes widened. Reflected in his pupils were the bodies of his two junior brothers, before his gaze shifted to Zhao Feng and the longsword still dripping blood in his hand.
"You..."
Ying Yang's voice changed. Gone was the teasing tone of a cat toying with a mouse; in its place was bewilderment.
One strike had killed both his junior brothers at the astral force stage.
There was only one possibility.
"You've entered the innate realm?"
Ying Yang asked in disbelief.
Wasn't his root bone only fifth-grade? How had he entered the innate realm so easily?
Zhao Feng did not answer. He merely held the Nine Yang Divine Sword across his body, its golden radiance pulsing bright and dim like breathing.
Ying Yang drew a deep breath and suppressed the shock on his face. He was the holy son of the Barbarian God Hall, an expert on the verge of entering the late innate realm. His pride and confidence would not allow him to show fear before someone who had only just entered the innate realm. He tightened his grip on his saber, and its dark purple radiance surged once more, denser and sharper than before.
"You've only just entered the innate realm, and you think you're a match for me?" Ying Yang's voice regained its composure, even carrying a hint of disdain. "The gulf between the early innate realm and the middle innate realm is beyond your imagination. Today, I'll show you what true innate power looks like!"
He never finished speaking.
Zhao Feng had already struck.
Nine Yang Sword Technique, Blazing Sun Scorches the Heavens.
Golden sword qi flew from the Nine Yang Divine Sword, like a rising sun emerging over the horizon. Blazing