Although Sana Muli knew Wang Chong was extraordinary, he had dared to challenge Dragon God Damo Pinu and naturally felt no fear. He strode to the center of the stone platform and shouted, "Prince of Yan, come!"
Wang Chong reached out and slapped his sword. Coiling Dragon sprang from its sheath and landed in his palm. Step by step, he walked up to the challenger. Without waiting for him to speak, he unleashed Sword Candle Mountain Sea, pouring the two Pure Yang Divine Swords he had cultivated into his blade as well. This strike unfolded in myriad splendors, its sword light like fire, its sword Qi like a rainbow.
Having delivered that single move, Wang Chong did not spare him another glance. He turned and walked away.
Sana Muli stood motionless, holding the stance of his proudest martial technique, the Heaven and Earth Yin-Yang Great Millstone. But all vitality within him had been severed. He was already dead.
Countless experts from the Eighteen Tribes witnessed this scene. Although everyone already knew of the Prince of Yan's martial prowess and that he had reached the Grandmaster Realm at such a young age, some had felt that, having only just entered that realm, he could not possibly compare to its established veterans. Yet Wang Chong had slain Sana Muli with a single stroke, his utterly domineering presence sweeping across the scene. At least six or seven people on the stone platform knew they could never withstand that supremely savage strike.
Ever since someone on Wudang Mountain had created this divine sword art, no one had ever wielded the Candle-Bearing Sword Technique to such a degree.
Below the platform, Mo Zhenxing murmured to himself, "How could the Candle-Bearing Sword Technique become like this?"
"This has already become a peerlessly vicious sword art, utmost