Chi You Joins the Battle

"Hm?"

Haotian's avatar's descending palm stopped dead.

He raised his head toward the shattered void. For the first time, a grave look crossed his eternally stern face.

Who had come?

Who could punch straight through his Saint's domain with such brute force?

No ordinary Quasi-Saint could do that!

Had... another Saint entered the fray?

Tongtian? Or Qin Mu?

As Haotian wavered between shock and suspicion, a rough, imperious voice brimming with boundless fighting spirit rolled out of the shattered void like peals of thunder.

"Haotian! I've come to take you on!"

The voice seemed to carry a strange power.

The instant those words rang out, the Saint's pressure that had blanketed the battlefield and left everyone struggling to breathe melted away like snow beneath the blazing sun!

"The pressure... is gone?"

Shielded behind Yuan Hong and the others, Yang Chan and Holy Mother Huoling sensed the change at once. To their delight, the magic power imprisoned within them began to circulate again.

The Mei Mountain Demon Soldiers and Asura army, who had been pinned helplessly to the ground, climbed to their feet and stared skyward in startled joy.

The change was most striking for Yang Jian!

The Heavenly Emperor Sword hanging above his head, on the verge of crushing his very soul, shuddered. Its radiance dimmed sharply, and the terrifying pressure locked onto his True Spirit vanished with it!

"Roar!"

Seizing this once-in-a-thousand-years opening, Yang Jian roared and drove the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique through his body at full force, wrenching himself free of the last restraint.

Gripping the Shield and Axe Giant Axe, he flashed a hundred yards away. He gulped down air, but his eyes remained fixed on the shattered void.

Who was it?

Who had come?

Who could break Haotian's avatar's Saintly might with a single sentence?