With nothing to brace against in midair, Chen Lin twisted at the waist and lashed his right leg against the spine of the incoming sword.
The moment they collided, the broad sword flew from its wielder's grasp and shattered against the barrier at the edge.
Chen Lin used the recoil to rise above the stone figure's head. His right foot stomped down hard.
The tremendous force of the True Dragon Dao Laws poured forth.
The stone figure's head burst apart on the spot. Cracks spread down its neck, and its massive body broke into pieces within a second.
The entire exchange took less than three breaths.
Chen Lin landed steadily and brushed a trace of dust from his cuff.
At the edge, Yun Sheng stopped breathing. With physical strength alone, he had killed two peak late Nascent Soul opponents in three moves.
What utterly overwhelming violence.
The seven-colored radiance at the center of the plaza rapidly receded.
A crack opened in the smooth ground, and a square stone platform slowly rose. A palm-sized black jade token lay quietly upon it.
Chen Lin stepped forward and picked up the token.
A vast stream of information flooded his sea of consciousness. Chen Lin closed his eyes to digest it. A moment later, he opened them, a sharp gleam flashing in their depths.
"Ten-Thousand-Fathom Peak."
It was a spatial support spirit treasure of the Divine Transformation stage, a powerful artifact the ancient War-Heaven Sect had used specifically to temper its Outer Court disciples.
As long as enough spirit stones were fed into its control hub, the gravity formation on this divine mountain could be adjusted at will, from ten times normal gravity to ten thousand times.
The black stone figures were constructs produced by the spirit treasure's own formation. As long as the