When that "momentum" had been hammered and compressed all along without ever collapsing, one should have known that this release would come after suppression reached its utmost limit.
Yue Muzhou drove his sword into the Immortal Lord's forehead.
His hollow eye sockets naturally held no expression, but when that emptiness stared into the Immortal Lord's golden Pupil, it became a wordless oppression.
Both had only just touched the level of the Sky Tower, and the Immortal Lord had many other abilities besides, yet he had still fallen to Yue Muzhou.
This sword strike might not destroy him outright, but afterward, the situation would be reversed. The Immortal Lord would become a grievously wounded body barely clinging to life.
Sword Qi shredded every inch of his body. Softening and splitting could not evade it, nor could frost or netherfire stop it. Within a single breath, the Immortal Lord's aura plummeted to its lowest ebb.
For the first time, this body was damaged to such an extent. A speck of deep, Dark Blue showed through his torn chest and abdomen—the original Seed had been exposed.
This was where the Immortal Lord's mind resided. Destroying it would not directly erase his consciousness, but it would both deal him a grievous blow and turn his consciousness into a wandering ghost. Though it could lodge elsewhere, it could never repair itself again.
In their earlier exchanges, the Immortal Lord had constantly moved it through his body to evade Yue Muzhou's attacks. But now that his entire body had been ripped apart, where else could it hide?
Yue Muzhou immediately focused on this target. Though he did not know exactly what it was, one slit a chicken's throat and struck a fish's head when killing them. Anyone could see this thing was unusual; perhaps it was