Forced back again and again by the sword aura, Long Aotian kept searching for a way to break the stalemate. Yet under the suppression of both body and mind, he could not think of any solution.
"Damn it! Am I really going to be suppressed the whole time?"
Seeing the edge of the arena drawing ever closer behind him, he finally stopped holding back. First Soul Skill! Leather Armor! Third Soul Skill! Skin-Rending Blade! Combined with his fifth soul skill, Copper Head, Iron Arms, the two soul skills forcibly shattered Huo Yuhao's sword aura.
"Whew! I did it!" He gasped heavily, his trembling arms showing just how powerful that strike had been.
"Not bad! But this is as far as you go!" Huo Yuhao nodded, his assessment of Long Aotian rising considerably. He would be a fine helper when it came time to lead the Body Sect.
"In that case, let me show you my new sword technique!"
The corners of Huo Yuhao's lips lifted. The fluctuations of Soul Power throughout his body intensified, while the two Heavenly Cycle vortices within him began spinning rapidly. The stars shining above the Heavenly Cycles emitted dazzling radiance.
His aura rose step by step, and his pressure even bore down on Long Aotian, who was already a Soul King. Seeing this, everyone from the Body Sect was secretly astonished. A Soul Elder possessed strength capable of rivaling a Soul King?
How was anyone supposed to find the motivation to keep cultivating after that?
As Huo Yuhao slowly raised the Human Emperor Sword in his hand, pointing it toward the heavens, strands of Soul Power spread outward as though drawing something in. They drifted straight into the sky, attempting to draw down the Stellar Power above.
The third form of the Human Emperor Sword