Jiang Yuan struck with his palm, his mighty cultivation and the blade's momentum colliding head-on!
A terrifying sonic boom shook the heavens. The lingering force swept out like a storm, knocking both the phantoms of ancient sages and the attendants watching from afar into a stumbling mess.
However.
The instant Jiang Yuan's all-out palm strike touched the blade momentum, it crumbled into nothing like rotten wood. Forget blocking the strike—it could not even delay it for a few breaths!
Boom!
Before the reverberation had fully faded, the blade light had already shattered everything in its path and cleaved forward!
It pierced heaven and earth, unstoppable even by ghosts and gods!
In the flash of lightning and spark of flint, the killing intent had arrived.
Even Jiang Yuan's expression changed in shock. He could only activate his movement technique to evade its edge!
But this strike was simply too fast.
Even though Jiang Yuan tore open the void and flashed away, he was still too late. As the blade light grazed past his shoulder, a strand of white hair was severed in midair, tumbling like duckweed without roots!
In the blink of an eye, it turned to dust!
At the sight, the phantoms behind him went pale as well!
Elder Jiang was one of Cloud Star's most ancient great sages, his cultivation already at its peak. Even if this was merely an avatar, his hair should have been comparable to an ancient artifact—yet beneath that blade light, it was like scraps of grass?
If they were wounded by that blade light, the consequences would surely be unthinkable!
In an instant.
The phantoms retreated one after another, scattering aside. None retained their former superiority or confidence. Their panicked figures looked somewhat miserable and utterly ridiculous. More terrifyingly, if Jiang Yuan had not