In short, the Nine Great Imperial Sons came in all kinds, each with their own strengths, all highly proficient in the fields they excelled in.
Blade light and sword shadows, palm lightning, and endless storms wreaked havoc all around.
As all Nine Great Imperial Sons made their moves, heaven and earth changed color, and the winds and clouds surged anew.
The disciples below were filled with emotion. "So this is the strength of an Imperial Son."
"Not necessarily. This may only be a test," someone shook their head and said.
Xu Zimo slowly raised his head. Seeing this scene, he did not even have time to dodge, allowing those attacks to fall upon him.
Explosions rang out all around, and half the sky was annihilated within them.
The Nine Great Imperial Sons' gazes narrowed slightly. To withstand those attacks with one's physical body—even someone in the Heaven Melting Realm would be injured.
"Is this all you have?" Xu Zimo's voice came from the dust.
When the dust settled, Xu Zimo walked out of it completely unscathed.
"You..." The many Imperial Sons looked even more solemn. "It seems you are not newly entered into the Heaven Melting Realm."
"Interpret it however you like," Xu Zimo shook his head.
With a sweep of his hand, he took the lead in suppressing Lin Feng.
"Stop him!" Feeling the oppressive force coming from that massive hand, Lin Feng shouted anxiously.
"Profound Heaven Buddhist Sound!" Qi Ye let out a roar.
The speed at which his right hand played the zither grew faster and faster. This time, what rang out was not zither music, but true Buddhist sound.
Those Buddhist sounds transformed from intangible to tangible, Sanskrit characters evolving one after another from the music.
They turned into golden light stretching ten thousand zhang, suppressing