On the arena platform, Lin Ke's pupils involuntarily contracted.
From that "Black Sun," he sensed an aura of power unlike anything he had ever felt.
That was by no means power attainable at the Golden Core level. Just as that disciple had said, the power of this strike could absolutely rival a Nascent Soul cultivator's.
"Junior Brother Lin, take this Black Sun of mine!"
Luo Ya's face was slightly pale. Clearly, gathering this strike had taken no small toll on him.
He gently pushed his fingertips forward.
"Hiss, hiss-"
The pitch-black "sun" drifted forward without a sound, as swift as lightning.
Wherever it passed, the arena floor was crushed downward, shattered, and ultimately reduced to the finest dust, which it devoured!
In the blink of an eye, a distinct, distorted trail of vacuum appeared.
"Gather!"
Lin Ke pressed his fingertips together, and all his Flying Swords returned to his front. At the same time, two more Flying Swords flew out, shielding him.
Five Flying Swords emerged together, circling him as the Heaven and Earth Sword Net rapidly contracted.
Facing this strike comparable to a Nascent Soul cultivator's, Lin Ke naturally dared not be careless. He directly activated the Heaven and Earth Sword Net's strongest form.
Net Sword Gang!
The five Flying Swords let out an unbearably shrill hum. The radiance of their blades drew inward, their power compressed to the utmost.
"Clang, clang, clang-"
The instant Lin Ke poured his vast Spirit Power into them, an absolute domain formed entirely of pure Sword Qi seemed to spring into existence around him.
Sword Qi spun and slashed through it at high speed, forming a storm of swords that threatened to shred and destroy everything.
The aura within abruptly surged!
An aura capable of contending with a Nascent Soul cultivator gradually rose.