Having reached this stage of cultivation, Jiang Yang reckoned he had a wealth of means at his disposal. Aside from placing little importance on mystic artifacts, he had almost no particular weaknesses.
Besides, his disregard for mystic artifacts and external aids was entirely because of the Sword Dao. With sword intent empowering him, what mystic artifact of the same rank could compare?
But only when he faced Purple Mansion divine powers did he understand this profound helplessness. He had brought out almost every last trump card, yet still could not withstand a casual wave of his opponent's hand.
He seemed to be scrambling desperately to fend off attacks, but only Jiang Yang knew that he had no choice at all.
Ever since acquiring the Lifespan-Cutting Method, he had used it with great restraint, testing it only briefly before setting it aside.
Ultimately, wondrous though this Dao Scroll was, it was not particularly practical. Against weaker opponents, one stroke of his sword could take their heads, making it unnecessary; against stronger opponents, the price was too steep for him to dare use it lightly.
Now, he could not afford to waste the opening Tai Pei'er had bought him. He recited the final line of the incantation at tremendous speed, using both his spirit sense and mystic pupils to lock firmly onto the old monster.
Fearing even that might not suffice, Jiang Yang also invoked his innate talent to ensure the strike would land. After all, demons of golden nature were strange and unpredictable; there was no guarantee this one lacked some special means of escape.
In an instant, moonlight rose in the dark chamber, freezing snow sealed it in ice, sinister feathers shrieked, and spirit vigor surged in wave after wave like the tide.
From the unseen, a radiant, pure, illusory