The might of a peak Eighth-Turn Profound Immortal, breaking through to the Seventh Turn in peril

Before his words had faded, Yun Che had already teleported in front of his opponent. Wrapped in alchemy fire and dragon breath and carrying immense immortal power, the Immortal-Splitting Saber slashed straight at his head.

Unhurried, Yang Bumie raised a hand and summoned a giant hammer, smashing it against the saber. The deafening clang of metal shook the entire Earthcore Valley three times. Yun Che felt his arm go numb and was forced to fly backward, while Yang Bumie did not budge at all.

"Interesting. No wonder you could kill an Eighth Turn Realm elder of my Soul-Merging Immortal Sect."

Yang Bumie lifted his chin. "Unfortunately, those paltry skills are nowhere near enough against a peak Eighth-Turn Profound Immortal like me."

As he spoke, Yang Bumie lunged forward, bringing his giant hammer down toward Yun Che's head with enough force to split mountains and shatter stone. Before the wind of the hammer arrived, the loose stones on the ground had already been pressed against the rock walls.

Yun Che held his saber across himself to block again. The blow sent him plunging toward the ground, and he shattered a thick slab of lava rock underfoot before steadying himself. Even the immortal power within his dantian wavered.

He knew full well that his opponent's cultivation surpassed his by far more than a little. A head-on clash would do him no good. He could only rely on the Myriad Worlds Thief-Catching Hand to whittle away his opponent's immortal power, then find an opening for a fatal strike.

Rather than meet his opponent head-on, he teleported back and forth through the narrow passage. Every so often, his Immortal-Splitting Saber unleashed streaks of alchemy fire blade qi, repeatedly disrupting Yang Bumie's attacks. Meanwhile, the Myriad Worlds Thief-Catching Hand worked without pause, drawing threads of