When a villain like Young Master Yin-Yang met a villain like Xu Zimo, who cared about nothing at all,
everyone only felt utterly delighted.
Best if both sides ended up wounded.
Young Master Yin-Yang would no longer be able to harm others, and Xu Zimo would be unable to break the bone saber's seal.
When this slash came down, Young Master Yin-Yang was not afraid.
Though his cultivation was low, his realm unstable, and his body hollowed out by wine and women,
Young Master Yin-Yang still stared straight at Xu Zimo, as though he did not take Xu Zimo's blade seriously at all.
With a boom,
the void before them exploded. Just as the blade was about to strike Young Master Yin-Yang,
two streams of power, one black and one white, suddenly surged from his body.
The two powers were like yin and yang qi, intertwining as they blocked Xu Zimo's blade qi.
"I told you, you can't kill me," Young Master Yin-Yang said smugly.
Feeling the yin-yang power within himself, he added, "My father spent enormous resources,
even sparing no expense to use a small portion of his divine soul to modify this shield specifically for me."
"What difficulty is there in shattering it?" Xu Zimo said.
He gripped his blade once more. The blade intent in his hand was like splitting tendons and severing thorns, and nine layers of heaven gleamed along its edge.
The blade qi tore through the void, surging without end.
One Slash Slayers Ten Thousand Immortals!
With this slash, ten thousand immortals fell. Gods were slain if they stood in the way; Buddhas were slain if they stood in the way.
The blade qi was white, as ethereal and transcendent as ten thousand immortals.
Yet as it descended, its color grew redder and redder,