The instant Yang Jian's figure vanished from where he stood-
Every immortal's heart skipped a beat.
An immense, instinctive terror of death shrouded the entire Lingxiao Palace.
Too fast!
His speed surpassed light, surpassed divine perception, surpassed the comprehension of every immortal present.
All they could see was a blurred white silhouette sweeping through the crowd.
Then came a string of dull impacts and the cracking of bones.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The Thirty-Six Generals of the Thunder Department, who had just been clamoring to slay demons and vanquish evil, seemed to have been struck head-on by stars. They flew backward, blood spraying from their mouths, and smashed the white marble railings before Lingxiao Palace to pieces.
Before that white silhouette, their Thunder God Bodies were as fragile as rotten wood.
Pfft!
Luo Xuan of the Fire Department Gods had just raised the Ten Thousand Crow Pot, intending to attack again, when an icy hand ignored his protective divine flames and clamped directly around his throat.
"You..."
Luo Xuan managed only that one word before he felt an irresistible force surge through him.
His entire body was hurled away, slamming into Wen Zhong in the distance.
Boom!
The two Heavenly Court True Gods tumbled into a heap, utterly bedraggled.
Yang Jian wove through the crowd as though no one stood in his path.
He did not strike to kill.
But every move he made was crisp and efficient.
A thrust of his finger scattered an opponent's ten thousand years of magical power.
A strike of his palm shattered an opponent's Innate Spiritual Treasure.
A kick sent an opponent flying beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.
Like a ruthless street sweeper, he cleared away every obstacle before him, one by one.
The entire process flowed like drifting clouds and running water, filled with a