Han Xuanji remained calm, his gaze serenely fixed on the golden phantom of the Saint King behind Xiao Yan.
His robes fluttered under the oppressive aura, but he stood ramrod straight, his breathing steady, without even a furrow of his brow.
If it were anyone else at the Principle Conference, they would probably have already been overwhelmed by this pressure, losing their composure and their fighting strength greatly diminished.
Shi Ziyun is the most typical example. If she hadn't been affected by the oppressive aura of the Saint King's phantom, she wouldn't have been able to fully unleash her Sage's Secret Method before being easily defeated by Xiao Yan.
That oppressive aura was like an invisible shackle, binding the opponent's spiritual power and Dao Principles.
But Han Xuanji was different.
His spiritual will had already reached the realm of Eternal True God when he signed in at the Shallow Dream Pavilion.
In the years that followed, the " Controlling the Origins of Creation and Destruction " entry he signed at the Creation Platform not only enhanced his comprehension, but also brought his spiritual realm to a level that was difficult for other cultivators of the same level to reach or even imagine.
Now, his spiritual will has ascended to the pinnacle of the Eternal True God.
The oppressive aura released by Xiao Yan when he activated the Saint King Bloodline was merely a negligible remnant of the Saint King's original power.
Although it was an overwhelming blow to the Eternal Dao Master, it had no effect on someone with the Peak Eternal True God.
The momentary pause and difficulty breathing were purely instinctive reactions of the body when facing a higher level of existence.
Just like an ordinary person standing on the edge of a precipice for the first time, even knowing they won't fall, they will still feel fear.
But that reaction came and went quickly. After adapting, Han Xuanji had already shut out that oppressive aura from his mind.
Han Xuanji flexed her wrists, a thought flashing through her mind.
Xiao Yan was no longer the same person he had been before. There was no confusion or hesitation in his eyes, only a resolute determination.
Such an opponent deserves serious attention.
The power he displayed earlier is probably not enough now.
With his Xiao Yan was significantly stronger than before, both in terms of physical strength and spiritual power.
If he continues to hold back, he might actually lose.
Although he always says that winning or losing isn't important, he doesn't want to lose.
"Then let's go."
Han Xuanji said softly.
At that moment, Xiao Yan made a move.
His speed was almost twice as fast as before; almost the instant he moved, the force of his fist was already in front of Han Xuanji.
The phantom of the Holy Saint King did not charge with him, but remained suspended in place, continuously injecting streams of golden power into Xiao Yan's body.
Han Xuanji neither retreated nor dodged.
He met Xiao Yan's fist head-on and threw a punch in return.
The two fists collided, producing a deep, muffled boom. The entire island trembled violently from the impact, and even the sea level dipped downwards.
A hint of surprise flashed in Xiao Yan's eyes.
He could sense that Han Xuanji's power was more than one level stronger than before.
"You still have energy to spare."
Xiao Yan's voice carried a hint of excitement, and at the same time, he was glad that he hadn't held back, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to witness Han Xuanji's true strength.
Han Xuanji did not answer, but threw another punch.
The two of them, without prior agreement, abandoned their longswords.
While Sword Dao is exquisite, in this pure clash of strength, fists are actually the most direct form of communication.
Their fists collided, each impact causing the void to tremble.
The clouds above the island were torn apart by the force of their punches, and the waves on the sea were smoothed out by the aftershocks.
The two men, like ancient giants, moved about on the island, leaving behind a series of bottomless pits.
The speed at which the Creation Dao-Evolving Scripture circulated within Han Xuanji's body suddenly accelerated, and he activated the amplification secret technique of this Sage- level Cultivation Method to an unprecedented degree.
He also subtly manipulated the Destruction Source Scripture, forming a delicate balance with the power of creation, constantly strengthening his physical body and spiritual power.
The Power of Mystic Heaven condensed on his fist, giving his attacks many unique characteristics.
Xiao Yan, the power of the Saint King's phantom was also continuously flowing into Xiao Yan's body.
Golden light swirled around his fists, each punch carrying an irresistible domineering force, as if heaven and earth had to bow down before him.
By this point, I had no mind to think about anything else.
The only way is to keep fighting.
He threw punches faster and harder, as if he had inexhaustible strength.
But Han Xuanji seemed to have inexhaustible strength, and the two clashed again before separating.
This time, Xiao Yan took a deep breath. Bloodline power was different from spiritual power; he couldn't continue to squander it like this.
He clenched his right fist, and the phantom image of the Saint King behind him moved along with him.
Faced with this overwhelming force...
Without further hesitation, Han Xuanji activated his Indestructible Creation Body. Golden Qi and Blood energy burst forth from his body, perfectly merging with the Power of Mystic Heaven at this moment, transforming into a dazzling golden pillar of light.
He raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing Xiao Yan.
The Great Heaven Creation Palm.
The ultimate knowledge of the Sage Qiankun.
With a single strike, the world changed color.
The void above the island distorted violently under that palm print, as if the entire world was enveloped by this palm.
Golden light poured out from his palm, carrying the dual power of creation and destruction, and met Xiao Yan's final punch.
boom--
The golden fist imprint collided with the golden palm imprint, bursting forth with dazzling light.
At that moment, the entire sky was dyed gold.
The island cracked and crumbled in the aftershocks, and the seawater was pushed back hundreds of feet by the giant waves.
In the stands outside the light screen, everyone involuntarily squinted, and some even subconsciously raised their hands to shield their eyes.
The light lasted for several breaths, then slowly dissipated.
On the island, the two remained standing in the same spot.
Han Xuanji's robes were only slightly disheveled, while Xiao Yan's breathing had become rapid and heavy.
The phantom of the Holy Saint King behind him trembled slightly, like a candle flickering in the wind, its golden light gradually dimming.
Xiao Yan looked down at his fist, then looked up at Han Xuanji.
A slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth, revealing a relieved smile.
"You win."
Han Xuanji remained silent for a moment, then nodded slightly without saying a word.
Xiao Yan closed his eyes, and the phantom of the Saint King behind him finally couldn't hold on any longer, turning into specks of golden dust and dissipating into the air.
In the battle just now, his body finally couldn't withstand such high-intensity combat. Exhausted and unable to win immediately, his defeat was already predetermined.