Yun Tianluo roared, and the Eight Trigrams Crescent-Blade Axe came crashing down!
Sheer violence swept forth with an azure axe radiance that could shatter mountains and split seas, like punishment from heaven. Wherever it passed, space warped and gave off sharp cracks like shattering glass.
Yun Tianluo's cultivation realm-early Immortal King!
Yun Tao's pupils contracted sharply, his scalp tingling as though struck by electricity. A moment ago, this man had been courteously cupping his hands and saying, "Clan Brother Yun Tao, please instruct me." A moment later, he had snapped into, "Boy, take an axe blow from your grandpa!" Wasn't that change of style a little too outrageous, Second Young Master?!
The destructive immortal power contained in that axe left even a body cultivator renowned for strength like him feeling suffocated. He could only hastily raise his sword across his body to block.
"CLANG!"
An indescribable crash erupted, shaking the entire Martial Arena!
On the spectator stands, those with weaker cultivation felt their eardrums ache from the sound and their blood surge chaotically. Their faces drained with horror.
There was not a single fancy trick to that axe strike. It was pure savagery.
Dust shot into the sky, completely swallowing both figures.
A moment later, the dust slowly settled. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the center of the arena.
Where Yun Tao had stood, a crater a hundred feet across and several feet deep had actually been smashed into the ground!
At its bottom, Yun Tao knelt on one knee, his broad-bladed heavy sword braced against the ground. His face was white as paper, a trickle of blood wound down from the corner of his mouth, and both sleeves had burst into shreds. His corded muscles trembled uncontrollably.
The Supreme Heavy Sword that had accompanied him for years, once cleaving