Yi Yang's mental power swept through the depths of the tunnel.
Wu Rong was still below and had not come up. He was waiting-waiting for Wu Dingshan to tie Yi Yang down so he could escape through another side passage.
Yi Yang did not want to waste any more time.
He moved.
He unleashed Treading Water to Cross the River beneath his feet, and his entire figure vanished from the spot.
Seeing Yi Yang disappear, Wu Dingshan's pupils contracted. He hastily drew his longsword back to guard his chest-
But only an afterimage remained in the air.
His reactions could not keep up with Yi Yang's speed at all.
Like a phantom, Yi Yang had already slipped in on his left.
Every black marking on the Spirit Weapon Mysterious Abyss lit up at that instant, voraciously devouring the wood-nurturing astral force within Yi Yang.
The first slash.
Nine Peaks Saber, Strange Peak.
The saber's trajectory was bizarre and unpredictable, sweeping across from an impossible angle.
Wu Dingshan's protective astral energy shattered. A wound deep enough to expose bone split through his chest armor. Blood sprayed out, staining the dark blue fabric over his chest red.
Wu Dingshan staggered backward, not yet able to regain his footing.
The second slash had already arrived.
The ninth form of Nine Peaks Saber-Perfection Peak!
The saber descended like a falling mountain, bearing an unstoppable might as it plunged straight down from the crown of his head.
Wu Dingshan had not even raised his longsword halfway before that pitch-black saber light fell.
There was a wet slicing sound.
His entire body was cleaved in two down the middle.
Man and sword alike fell neatly apart to either side.
Blood splashed onto the stone slab bearing the clan emblem on the Ancestral Hall's floor, staining the