"Eight Desolations Sword Art!"
Chen Fan leaped out of the deep crater. The treasured sword in his left hand gleamed, bursting with terrifying golden light and radiating an aura that swept across the sky.
Streams of light flowed along the great sword, sweeping across the universe. Runes coiled around it, its overwhelming might unstoppable, its sharpness fully unleashed.
The great sun overhead shone in concert with it. Even the countless stars far above in this region of the Dao Domain Universe sent down their stellar power, dazzling rays blazing in every direction.
"That's the Eight Desolations Sword Art! The legendary supreme Sword Dao technique—one slash, and the eight desolations fall silent!"
"Exactly! It's also a supreme sword technique of the Eight Desolations Sacred Land. Even the young prodigies there struggle to comprehend it, yet this nameless nobody has actually mastered it."
"An aura and power like that are rarely seen even in the Saint Realm. Any other Saint would never dare take it head-on. They'd suffer grievous wounds."
Outside the Black Tortoise Platform, many of the young prodigies watching recognized Chen Fan's technique as the supremely powerful sword art of the Eight Desolations Sacred Land's sword cultivators.
Ye Tian paid it no mind. Standing in the air, he pointed a finger and instantly dissolved the Divine Ability attacks of the White-Clothed Marquis and the Heavenly God Marquis, then swept his sleeve.
His immense mana surged out like a raging tide, its towering waves driving both the White-Clothed Marquis and the Heavenly God Marquis back.
The White-Clothed Marquis flew backward, coughing up blood. His expression wilted and his eyes dimmed as he struggled to hold on. A palm print had even been left on his chest, with an immensely powerful Destruction Law lingering upon it.
His pupils widened at once. Every