Xiao Yu's heart tightened. Those pitch-black pillars of light gave him a faint sense of danger, so he unhesitatingly employed the Minor Shifting Movement Technique as he advanced.
The golden light Xiao Yu had become darted along incredible paths and angles. Though the two pitch-black pillars attacked with astonishing speed, he deftly evaded them every time.
His other golden Giant Sword could not evade so nimbly. With a thunderous boom, the sword collided with a pillar of light.
Amid a loud sizzling crackle, the Giant Sword broke apart into fifty-four short swords, each about a foot long, scattering in every direction like fireworks.
"Hmph, you do have a few tricks, to be able to break my Giant Sword Technique!" Xiao Yu snorted.
He immediately formed several incantation gestures. With a thought, the scattered short swords blazed with golden light, turning in the blink of an eye into golden threads roughly ten feet long and as fine as hair.
"Sword into Threads!"
Both the old demon and the Daoist stiffened.
The moment the golden threads formed, they shot out, slicing through the pitch-black pillars of light in an instant.
A succession of muffled pops sounded, and the pillars, formed from some unknown energy, were cut into over a hundred sections. Their terrifying power swiftly ebbed away, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
"Ah, this..." Old Demon Hehuan was left dumbfounded once again.
This Primordial Devil True Light was his most powerful supernatural ability, allowing him to unleash strength beyond his cultivation level. Over the past several centuries, countless formidable enemies had fallen before it. Yet Xiao Yu had broken it so easily?
Seeing his opponent close to within a thousand feet, the old demon shuddered. True fear finally rose in his heart. How could this brat be