Guan Liang sneered. "Your Origin Capital Sect always likes to make such a huge commotion when you fight."
Though he said so, he had exchanged Dao methods with Ren Yinping and knew that if Daoist Zhan Kong were allowed to unleash his magical power like this, it would spread from Heaven to man. Once it expanded to its limit, everything beneath the shroud of that magical power, himself included, would be left to Zhan Kong's control and capture.
He drew in a breath, then blew out a stream of air at Daoist Zhan Kong in the sky!
When this breath reached the outside, it was initially no more than a wisp. Yet after spinning in midair, it transformed into a mass of black wind that coiled around mountains and blotted out Heaven and Earth, sweeping forth amid waves of howling.
At the same time as he exhaled that wisp of breath, his magical power shifted, and great billows of dense vapor surged from behind him.
The vapors were pitch-black. Centered on where he stood, they spread toward the heavens and the earth like branches and roots. Within only a few breaths, they covered his entire field of vision. Then the vapors abruptly tightened, like a net drawing closed, and the rising momentum of the landmass was forcibly slowed.
Only then did the mass of black wind reach Daoist Zhan Kong. Though the wind carried tremendous force, once it came within a hundred zhang of him, it vanished without a sound, as if there were an invisible hollow before him that swallowed everything whole.
The Origin Capital Sect's divine abilities excelled at transference, capable of dissolving attacks in empty air or shifting them elsewhere. Even so, Daoist Zhan Kong was not arrogantly overconfident. Leaving aside Guan Liang's unfathomable aura and indiscernible