The blade flashed, swift as lightning, shooting straight for Xugeng.
This blade was the Dao Treasury Blade Song Wen had obtained from Xuanchengzi. It was a top-grade magic treasure. It did not excel in overwhelming force, but its aura was restrained, giving it exceptional concealment—perfect for an ambush like this.
Just as the Dao Treasury Blade was about to pierce Xugeng, a ring on the finger of Xugeng, who was holding a beauty in his arms, suddenly flew off. It rapidly expanded, transforming into a bronze ring a zhang wide.
The bronze ring resembled a long serpent biting its own tail. A faint bronze radiance suddenly burst from it.
The Dao Treasury Blade struck the azure glow, yet it was as though it had cleaved into a wall of copper and iron. It could not shake it in the slightest. Instead, the vast force contained within that azure light sent it flying back, emitting clear yet helpless hums.
At the same time, a violent residual force swept in all directions. The entire pavilion—including the nine mortals within it and the several beauties at Xugeng's side—was reduced to dust in an instant.
The residual force continued spreading outward, only being stopped when it reached the formation barrier shrouding all of East Creek Mountain.
"Who are you, to dare..."
Before Xugeng could finish speaking, black clouds suddenly churned overhead. A bolt of purple lightning tore through them and struck downward.
"The Nine Great Heavenly Thunder Secret Arts!" A trace of surprise flashed through Xugeng's eyes.
The bronze ring swiftly flew upward to meet the descending purple lightning.
Rumble!
With Song Wen's current cultivation and talent in thunder arts, his full-force Purple Palace Divine Thunder was enough to make even a peak Nascent Soul Cultivator blanch, requiring them to go all out merely