"How is this possible?" Mo Long froze and cried out, disbelief flashing through his eyes.
A single sword strike had severed his Heavenly Extreme Palm and driven it back. Just how powerful was his opponent's martial technique?
Despite his shock, Mo Long did not hesitate. When the Sword Energy came within a meter of him, he pressed his hands together. A phantom flickered across his body, resembling an enormous beast.
To everyone else, Mo Long seemed to have turned translucent. Only his brightly shining eyes proved that he was still on the Tournament Stage.
Outside the Tournament Stage, Thunder Heavenly King watched with surprise. "What martial technique is that?"
"A Demon Sealer's innate divine ability—Myriad Beast Body!" Flame Heavenly King, who was also a Demon Sealer, narrowed his eyes and spoke gravely.
"Using an Ancient Demon Beast's power, he manifests its body and gains the protection of its tough physique for ten seconds. Judging by how complete the beast phantom around Mo Long is, he's only manifested one-fifth of the Myriad Beast Body. Still, stopping an Earth Tier Martial Artist's full-force blow won't be a problem."
"It's that overpowered?" Thunder Heavenly King's eyes bulged in shock.
If just one-fifth could block an Earth Tier Martial Artist's full-force blow, wouldn't the complete manifestation be able to withstand a Heavenly-Rank Martial Artist's full-force blow?
Flame Heavenly King glanced at the Tournament Stage and said calmly, "Demon Sealers are one in ten thousand to begin with. And they inherit the power of Ancient Demon Beasts, so naturally, they're different from ordinary people."
"But compared to ordinary people, Demon Sealers endure tremendous pain. An Ancient Demon Beast's power is highly destructive. If a Demon Sealer can't withstand that pain, the beast can easily devour his soul and kill him."
"You're a Demon Sealer too,