Huang Xiao felt a tremendous force pass through the Minghong Saber and surge straight into his meridians.
This force was the residual power of Yao Qiu's sword glint. Clearly, the saber force of his fourth form had not been powerful enough to cancel out the sword glint completely.
The remaining power of the sword glint had pierced through his saber force and rushed straight at him.
When this residual force entered his meridians, Huang Xiao did not disperse it. Instead, he devoured and assimilated it directly.
Although Yao Qiu's internal power was profound and his sword glint exceptionally fierce, he practiced a demonic art, after all. Against the Heavenly Demon Skill, it was like a mouse encountering a cat. How much of its power could it still unleash?
Thus, Huang Xiao easily suppressed this force with his heavenly demon true qi, then neutralized and assimilated it with his northern darkness true qi. It barely took any effort at all.
Yao Qiu stared in disbelief at Huang Xiao, who appeared almost entirely unharmed.
He had thought that even if his strike failed to kill his opponent, it should at least seriously injure him.
Yet the result was completely beyond his expectations.
His sword glint had easily crushed his opponent's saber force, but its remaining power had been effortlessly stopped. It made no sense.
Of course, Yao Qiu knew that the Heavenly Demon Skill could suppress his demonic art. But he believed his internal power was so much greater than Huang Xiao's that even if it could suppress him, how much difference could it make?
The result, however, was nothing like what he had imagined.
Only after neutralizing the residual force did Huang Xiao let out a long breath.
Looking down at the Minghong Saber in his hand, Huang Xiao felt somewhat