"Hmph, you three pieces of trash, do you really think my Human Race has no one to rely on?"
As Yagyu spoke, he drew his long sword.
A terrifying chill instantly spread out.
It was as if it wanted to freeze everyone's soul.
Countless disciples from Myriad Races collapsed to the ground, unable to rise.
It then turned into ice, and finally shattered in front of everyone.
" Human Race, you're courting death."
The pangolin's chilling roar.
The oppressive aura of someone at the peak of the ninth level of the half-step realm descended.
The two powerful forces collided, causing the surrounding space to tremble.
" Human Race, is this all the strength you have? You're really boring."
The pangolin said with a disdainful look.
As he spoke, he increased the pressure in his hand, and an aura stronger than before descended upon Yagyu.
Yagyu did not reply.
The long sword was drawn, slicing through a string of snowflakes.
"Court death."
The pangolin roared, and a terrifying black pangolin phantom appeared behind it.
A palm strike descended, suppressing everything.
Ding ding ding
slap slap slap
Rumble
When two experts at the peak of the ninth level of the Half-Step Invincible Realm clashed, a violent gust of wind exploded outwards from the spot where they fought, instantly cracking the earth and creating countless dark ravines that stretched for tens of thousands of miles.
The remaining disciples of the Myriad Races around them didn't even have time to scream before their bodies were torn into a shower of blood and gore by the overflowing terrifying energy, leaving no trace of their remains.
The black pangolin phantom blotted out the sky, its scales menacing and covered with the mottled lines of time. Its palm, carrying the immense force of a collapsing mountain and the domineering momentum to crush everything, pressed down firmly on Yagyu's head.
His cultivation at the peak of the ninth level of the half-step realm erupted completely, causing the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to go wild and chaotic. The surrounding air was instantly sucked out, forming a deadly vacuum domain.
Despite the pangolin's mocking gaze, Yagyu remained motionless, his black hair whipping wildly in the wind, his plain clothes fluttering in the wind.
There was no trace of panic in his eyes, only a cold, sharp glint.
The snowflakes formed by the longsword in his hand were not a mere illusion; layers upon layers of frost flowers suddenly condensed and compressed in the air, finally transforming into a White Blade that stretched across the heavens and the earth.
The blade's edge was sharp and piercing, carrying the extreme cold power of ice that had frozen for eternity, and with the indomitable spirit of Human Race, it soared into the sky against the odds, precisely slashing at the enormous black pangolin phantom!
"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!" The pangolin sneered, increasing the force of its palm by three times, its black spiritual light surging. "You mere Human Race ants dare to contend with the peak experts of my Myriad Races? Today I will shatter your weapons, crush your soul, Human Race into utter despair!"
Boom--!
The blade and palm collided with a deafening roar that shook the Nine Heavens and the earth.
A blinding black Bai Ling exploded instantly, so bright that the cultivators who were fortunate enough to hide at the far distance could not open their eyes.
The once incredibly hard earth was directly overturned by the force of the energy, with layers of soil several meters thick being torn up. Rolling soil and rocks shot into the sky, only to be instantly reduced to dust under the terrifying crushing force.
The piercing sound of metal clashing continued incessantly, and the crisp yet shrill clang echoed across the fields.
The pangolin's powerful palm strike was actually cleaved open by the White Blade!
Extreme cold spread wildly along with the black spiritual light, instantly freezing the scales on the surface of the phantom. Those incredibly hard armors of Myriad Races were covered with a thick layer of frost at a visible speed, becoming stiff and fragile.
The pangolin's pupils constricted sharply, its disdain instantly freezing, replaced by utter shock. "Impossible! You're just a mere Human Race cultivator, your cultivation only at the mid-stage of the ninth level, how could you possibly withstand my full-force attack?!"
He had cultivated his demonic body technique for a thousand years and had never been defeated among those of the same level. Moreover, he had crushed countless experts of the same realm with his thick defense. No one had ever seen anyone with low-level combat power break through his demonic power barrier.
Yagyu pursed his thin lips slightly, his eyes flashing with even more cold light, and took a step forward.
With one step, the world turned instantly cold!
"The spirit of Human Race is something a fool like you from another race could never understand."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly twisted his wrist and slashed with his long sword again!
The second cut, the third cut, the fourth cut...
The continuous sword strikes layered upon each other, initially like swirling snowflakes, but in an instant transforming into an unparalleled divine might that froze the vast ocean.
Heavenly Frost swept across the sky once more, no longer as fine snowflakes, but as countless sharp, divine-weapon-like ice blades, densely packed, covering the entire sky.
The first strike that was blocked was a test; the current series of slashes is his true killing move!
Bang bang bang!
Several loud explosions rang out in succession, and the frost on the black pangolin phantom shattered layer by layer, followed by deeper cracks that spread from the palm to the entire phantom body.
The enormous phantom of the demonic soul trembled violently, and the oppressive aura it emitted visibly weakened.
The pangolin's expression changed drastically, a long-forgotten sense of fear rising in its heart.
He dared not underestimate his opponent any longer. He roared and unleashed his full demonic power without reservation. Black Yao Qi surged and boiled around him, trying to shatter the extreme cold seal on his body and stabilize his attack.
"Break!"
He suddenly slammed his arms out, pressing down with both palms, and boundless dark demonic power gathered into a monstrous wave, surging wildly towards Yagyu, attempting to crush him with absolute brute force.
But then Yagyu's sharp blade flashed down.
"Freezing a thousand miles, a single blade suppresses ten thousand enemies!"
With a low shout, Yagyu raised his long sword high above his head, and the chilling air of the entire world suddenly gathered on the blade.
An intense white blade of light shot skyward and pierced the earth, instantly tearing apart the boundless black Yao Qi!
Click--!
A crisp cracking sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth as the arrogant black pangolin phantom was cleaved in two by this single strike!
The shattered phantom, carrying with it a sky full of demonic Yao Qi, instantly froze into countless black ice blocks in the extreme cold, then exploded with a deafening roar, turning into countless fragments that dissipated into the world.
The lingering force of the blade, carrying immense power, shattered all obstacles and slashed straight at the pangolin's body!
The pangolin's hair stood on end, and it was terrified. It could no longer be arrogant and hastily gathered all its demonic power, forming a thick black demonic armor barrier in front of it.
"My defense Wushuang, how dare you—!"
The words hadn't even finished being spoken.
Sizzle!
A cold glint flashed past, and the sharp longsword pierced through the thick demon armor without any resistance.
The extreme cold instantly invaded his limbs, bones, meridians, and soul.
The pangolin froze in place, its wide eyes filled with disbelief.
He felt the demonic power within his body rapidly freezing, his internal organs gradually turning to ice, and his life force rapidly draining away.
Yagyu sheathed his sword, the crisp sound of it returning to its original position echoing clearly in the deathly silence of the battlefield.
A cold wind swept across the battlefield.
The next second, a loud bang!
The pangolin expert, who was at the peak of the ninth level of the half-step realm, had his body completely frozen, and then shattered inch by inch, turning into ice shards that drifted away in the wind.
The vast battlefield was utterly silent.
The remaining scattered cultivators of Myriad Races in the distance watched this scene, trembling with fear, their arrogant attitude towards the Human Race completely gone.
Yagyu raised his eyes, his cold gaze sweeping over the remaining figures of the Myriad Races in all directions.