"Boom!"
Terrifying pressure swept out from Xu Yang like crashing waves in a raging sea. Yang Ao, whose cultivation was the weakest, barely managed a scream before his protective astral energy shattered. His chest felt as though it had been struck by a sledgehammer, and his charging body hurtled backward at an even more terrifying speed.
The horrifying sight made everyone's hearts quake.
With Xu Yang revealing most of his strength, a genius at the eighth heavenly origin like Yang Ao could not even get close to him. His aura alone sent Yang Ao flying.
"Aah!" Hu Yu roared. The terrifying pressure made his body tremble, and fear filled his heart.
The saber light he had unleashed with his eighth heavenly origin cultivation melted away like ice and snow beneath that terrifying aura.
A Spirit Bone Prodigy. He had actually dared to attack a Spirit Bone Prodigy.
This was his all-out strike, yet that terrifying aura had dissolved it before it even reached Xu Yang. How could he not be afraid?
What did it matter that swordsmanship was his greatest strength? Before absolute power, it was utterly useless.
Xu Yang was not merely a Spirit Bone Prodigy. His cultivation had long since broken through to the ninth heavenly origin.
Wave after wave of terrifying power assailed him, constantly dissolving his sword light. By the time his strike landed on Xu Yang, the sword light had vanished, leaving only a blade with little strength behind it.
Forget injuring Xu Yang-it failed to stir even a ripple in the dragon-shaped force protecting him.
"Bang!"
A terrifying recoil surged through the sword's hilt. Hu Yu felt the blade shudder, and the greatsword gripped in both hands almost flew free. The webs between his thumbs and forefingers split, and his hands were flung high.