He looked up at the Sword Light before him, incomparably fierce, which had even cleaved apart the shockwaves.
Gu Wutian and the other man stared at Bai Yi in astonishment. He stood before them with his sword in hand, still radiating the aura of the Nascent Soul Early Stage.
The two of them had been renowned across Langyu Qingming Heaven for decades. Hailed as the most outstanding generation of prodigies in Domain-Suppressing City in ten thousand years, they were known as Domain-Suppressing City's Six Sons.
Their cultivation had reached the Nascent Soul Late Stage, yet they were barely able to withstand the shockwaves from the Mahayana battle before them.
But Bai Yi, who had only emerged over the past ten years and had the lowest cultivation of the three, had effortlessly blocked the terrifying force of the shockwaves with a single sword strike.
"Compared to you, Junior Brother Bai, the two of us are far inferior..."
Qing Mumu let out a long sigh. With Bai Yi protecting them, he finally turned his gaze to the battlefield above the dome, his expression somewhat anxious.
"Even under the Severing Method, that old ghost's aura is still rising!"
"If this goes on, even the Eighth Elder, formidable as he is in battle, won't be able to hold out with the Secret Art burning!"
Seeing Xiang Kuang fall further and further behind, the anxious Qing Mumu and Gu Wutian could not help taking out the Talismans their respective Masters had bestowed upon them before they set out, intending to urge their Masters to act quickly.
"Senior Brothers, there's no need to worry. At this point, that old ghost is already nothing but a pile of dry bones."
Seeing their anxious expressions, Bai Yi smiled faintly.
Hearing Bai Yi's words, the two were taken aback.