More crucially, that Bronze Cauldron was completely unscathed, still resplendent as it pressed down like a mountain.
Boom!
No matter how Zhou Yan unleashed his mana, he could not stop the Bronze Cauldron. As Ao Kun's Natal Mystic Tool, this cauldron was truly extraordinary, incomparably heavy.
Zhou Yan spat blood and staggered back, crushed beneath the Bronze Cauldron. The fiery-red warblade in his hand snapped cleanly into two.
"Urgh..."
Zhou Yan raised both hands to support the Bronze Cauldron. His body gradually hunched under its unbearable weight, blood constantly spilling from his mouth as fine cracks appeared across his skin.
In truth, no matter how extraordinary the Bronze Cauldron was, it could not threaten Zhou Yan by itself. The key was that Ao Kun was controlling it, and it carried his Dao and laws.
Ao Kun descended onto the Bronze Cauldron, Blood-Red Halberd in hand, his hair whipping through the air and his golden robe billowing as he pressed Zhou Yan completely flat against the ground.
"At the pinnacle of immortals stands Ao over all creation; with me, Ao Kun, there is heaven! Are you convinced now?"
Are You That Afraid of Death?
"I refuse to submit!!"
Zhou Yan roared in fury. Even crushed beneath the Bronze Cauldron, even coughing up mouthfuls of blood, even with his Natal Mystic Tool broken, he refused to submit!
He had come from that place. Since childhood, he had received teachings from great figures and cultivated numerous invincible arts. How could he now lose to some native of the myriad heavens?
He absolutely could not accept this!!
Boom!
Zhou Yan struggled violently. Every wisp of Emperor Light on his body transformed into blade light at that moment, entwined with immortal radiance and releasing divine brilliance capable of slaying Immortal Kings.
Yet in the face