The combined might of Pope Bibi Dong and Bo Saixi, Grand Consecration of Sea God Hall—two newly promoted gods—seemed capable of shaking heaven and earth. As their terrifying, overwhelming attacks descended, even Yang Ming's heart began pounding wildly despite his strength, as though an invisible hand had seized it and could burst it with one gentle squeeze.
"Not a bad attack."
"Unfortunately..."
"You're up against me!"
With a soft sigh, Yang Ming's speed suddenly soared. As he unleashed the Nine Tribulation Sword Technique, the Mysterious Sword threatened to tear apart the Chaos Divine Domain itself. His restrained figure gained a measure of freedom, and he shot forward at over ten times the speed of sound, a string of sonic booms erupting through the air.
In the next instant, a terrifying aura of destruction erupted from the tip of the Mysterious Sword. Its intensity surpassed even what Yang Ming had unleashed with the Opening Heaven Form before, clearly demonstrating the power of the first form of the Nine Tribulation Sword Technique he was now using.
"You two may be strong, but the gulf between us is beyond measure."
"Die!"
Yang Ming swept his sword horizontally. The strike did not feel grand or majestic, yet it brought a crushing pressure like death itself. Under that weight, ordinary mortals would have been unable to remain standing; they could only bare their necks for execution and face the sword.
Pope Bibi Dong's pupils abruptly contracted to needlepoints. At that moment, the terror of death Yang Ming inspired in her increased exponentially.
But she was no ordinary mortal. She, too, was a newly promoted god who had clawed her way up from humble beginnings. Faced with Yang Ming's sword, the ruthlessness deep in her heart flared. Disregarding whether her flesh could withstand such excessive divine