"Boom!"
The punch surged like racing thunder, heavy beyond measure, with the power to smash through anything.
The air seemed to explode, sending out white waves. Before the fist even reached him, its overwhelming force made the Ghost Tower Lord feel as though a thousand-pound boulder weighed on his back. Without his noticing, his feet sank into the soil.
"Eight Fiends Subduing Dragon Force..."
The crushing pressure made the Ghost Tower Lord's expression change drastically. He instantly understood why Xu Yang's strength had soared: Xu Yang had cultivated Eight Fiends Subduing Dragon Force.
Not only had he cultivated it, he had nearly reached minor accomplishment. His terrifying talent made the heart tremble.
Many elders of the Violet Sun Gate could cultivate Eight Fiends Subduing Dragon Force for their entire lives and only reach this level.
I can't run. I can't leave my back exposed to him. The Ghost Tower Lord finally understood what it meant to ride a tiger and find himself unable to dismount.
If he recklessly turned around now, Xu Yang's fist would come crashing down. Even if he survived, he would be gravely injured. A punch empowered by Eight Fiends Subduing Dragon Force had already filled him with the helpless sense that he could not possibly match it.
But if he did not turn around and continued fighting Xu Yang, being beaten to death would only be a matter of time.
"I'll stake everything!"
Astral energy burst from his soles. The Ghost Tower Lord shot backward, putting distance between himself and Xu Yang to buy time to react.
"Clang!"
A crisp ring sounded as a weapon left its sheath. At some point, the Ghost Tower Lord's hand had pressed onto the Waist Saber at his hip. He swiftly drew it, and its spiritual essence surged, drawing a