In an instant, a small pocket of airspace power shot out, seeking to imprison Ao Qiyun.
But Ao Qiyun casually slapped out a hand. A streak of yellow light flashed past, and the airspace-sealing power collapsed at once.
Seventy-two streaks of sword light shattered and scattered, striking everywhere with an unending barrage of cracks and bangs.
Mu Yikong was knocked flat on the ground on the spot, his mouth full of dirt. The few remaining members of the Mu Family were all stunned.
"You... you, you..." After stammering for ages, Mu Yikong climbed up from the ground and pointed at Ao Qiyun before finally getting a sentence out. "How is this possible?"
"What exactly do you mean by impossible?" Ao Qiyun looked at him with an amused smile.
"The Taiyin Sect has no one in the Sky Control Realm. Its strongest was only at the perfected Martial Emperor realm. How did you suddenly become so much stronger than me?" Disbelief covered Mu Yikong's face.
"Never mind you-even if all dozen or so members of your Mu Family came at me together, you couldn't withstand a single palm strike from me." Ao Qiyun clasped his hands behind his waist and gazed up at the sky.
For a delicate young boy with a braid pointing skyward to put on such airs was indeed rather comical.
"C-could all of this have been made possible by the Sect Master?" Mu Junfeng looked at Tang Wen and asked in a trembling voice.
"Who in this world besides Master possesses such godlike means?" Ao Qiyun snorted.
"I'm willing to enter into a contract with Ao Qiyun." Mu Yikong finally lowered his proud head.
After three days and three nights, the Tang gained several more Sky Control Realm experts, along with a batch of Sky Soaring