With the oppressive force of the storm, the situation in the arena instantly became tense, and a heavy feeling rose in the hearts of the young people below.
But at this moment, he did not dodge at all. His blood-red eyes locked onto the approaching Wind of the Netherworld, and a stream of light instantly escaped from his Niwan Palace.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
A series of metallic clangs erupted in the arena.
The young man sat firmly on the jade plate, the Wind of the Netherworld that had attacked him from above already broken by the sword formation.
Before his sword formation could even turn around, a chilling aura suddenly appeared beside him.
The young man's gaze sharpened, and his expression instantly tightened. There was no point in saying anything more at this point, so he quickly formed a blood-red magic seal in his palm.
The hand seal was accompanied by a thick aura of blood as it was formed, and the wrist swept around in front of the body.
The seal, along with the blood energy, dispersed and quickly froze in front of the young man, while simultaneously summoning a sword array in his mind that rapidly swirled around him.
A series of cracking sounds rang out, and the magic seal that had just been cast shattered instantly.
The young man's expression remained unchanged, but a swift, fleeting light flashed within his blood-red eyes.
The sword formation was fast, but the Wind of the Netherworld was even faster.
Immediately after the sound of the magic seal shattering rang out, the young man felt a chill seep into his body from his side.
The young man on the array base was startled, and immediately channeled his Magic Power into his body, rapidly circulating it through his meridians.
A loud "sizzling" sound suddenly arose as the scalding Magic Power encountered the invading Wind of the Netherworld.
Like adding cold water to boiling oil, the resulting commotion caused the young man's magical Magic Power to be rapidly depleted.
Having finally expelled the chill from his body, he saw the sword formation about to return.
Another whooshing sound rang out from beyond the heavens; the howling of the Wind of the Netherworld sounded like a ferocious beast roaring at the top of its lungs.
When sound travels through the air, its fluctuating distance and proximity are extremely deceptive.
Wind is an intangible thing, but under the calamity, the Wind of the Netherworld from beyond the heavens formed several enormous wind blades that attacked.
The young man sensed something was wrong when he heard the whistling sound in his ears. When he looked up, the sword formation in the air stopped spinning for a moment.
After spinning once above the youth's head, it swung its massive wind blade in a swift slash.
The incoming wind blade was initially a pale blue streak, but as it approached, it multiplied into dozens of streaks.
As it spun in the air, it seemed to shatter the earth, and anything that fell into the center of the wind blade was instantly crushed.
As this Wind of the Netherworld descended, the world suddenly darkened.
The rocks within the Rotten Peach Mountain Dao Field were all uprooted, and countless amounts of soil and gravel flew everywhere.
After being swept into that Wind of the Netherworld, a rumbling sound rang out, and then it turned into ashes and scattered.
The pale blue wind blades seemed to be splitting the heavens and earth, aiming to completely eradicate the Rotten Peach Mountain Dao Field below in the Boundless Wilderness.
When that overwhelming divine might descended, countless living beings prostrated themselves and wailed beneath the wind blades.
This Wind of the Netherworld carries the power of Origin Will; it is an unstoppable energy, a punishment from this world upon cultivators!
Seeing the wind blades approaching so swiftly, the young man below sighed inwardly: This is bad!
Immediately, the sword formation transformed into a long serpent in the air, with a dozen or so small swords twisting once in the air.
As the youth's will stirred, they all connected in a vertical line, and a black wall appeared above his head.
The sword formation was already incredibly heavy, and when it was used to defend against the wind blades, it was blown off course.
The young man below focused his gaze, knowing he couldn't wait any longer, and immediately activated the remaining sword formations beneath him.
After the sword twirled in the air, a loud buzzing sound immediately followed.
The sword array formed by a dozen or so small swords shone brightly, and its power in the arena instantly soared to its peak.
With a thought, the sword formation followed the side of the wind blade, and in the air, the sword formation was like a dragon emerging from the sea, surging out with a strong sonic boom.
With a "whoosh," it flashed past, leaving a long trail in the sky above the training ground.
The wind blades formed by the Wind of the Netherworld were right in front of him, with huge wind blades lying above the young man's head, while long dragons surging from below circled around the wind blades.
As it made contact with the side of the wind blade, it stirred up the airflow, and the wind blade above the dojo gradually slowed down.
Meanwhile, the sword formation around it was moving faster and faster, with more than a dozen swords clashing with the wind blades in the air.
When the two intertwine, it resembles a dragon and snake dancing, with sparks flying at the point where their ends meet.
The sword formation restrained the massive wind blades, and the energy suppressed within them had reached its limit, only to erupt violently a moment later!
Boom!
A tremendous sound echoed throughout the temple grounds.
Sparks suddenly rose high amidst the rain, and a dozen sword formations, swirling around the wind blades, instantly detonated their energy.
The sword formation continuously compressed the wind blades as it swirled, and as the two danced like dragons and snakes, they were each accumulating energy.
The youth's will propelled the sword formation, crushing the wind blades inch by inch in the air, the heavy force falling directly onto the wind blades.
A series of "crackling" sounds rang out from inside the wind blade, as the sword formation on the outside completely enveloped it.
The internal suction instantly stopped, and the outer sword formation rose up like a long dragon, fiercely impacting the wind blades below.
After the deafening sound, a shockwave of energy spread out in all directions, and the wind blades below were crushed to the extreme and finally shattered.
That vast divine might was instantly dispersed under the sword formation, and the wind blades descending from the sky were also shattered.
After the sword formation achieved its goal, it did not retreat, but instead rose towards the horizon along with the energy, causing the stirred air below to surge together.
The temple grounds were filled with scattered mud and sand. The darkness beneath this place seemed to have been torn apart in an instant, finally revealing a sliver of visible light.
Bang!
A muffled thud echoed within the dojo.
As the massive wind blade exploded, the mountain below, which had been lifted up by its roots, instantly crashed to the ground.
The sparks were ignited in an instant amidst the mountainside, and crackling sounds echoed around the temple grounds. The raging wildfire, amplified by the Wind of the Netherworld, intensified rapidly.
Meanwhile, the continuous drizzle was gradually receding, and a streak of light on the horizon was dazzling.
The pale blue hurricane was about to be frozen away again when the sword formation below suddenly shot out towards the sky.
The lead sword even cleaved through the air currents ahead, piercing the veil of sky in the dim light.
The young man's gaze followed the sword formation, and as the light broke through the dawn, a cold gaze met his eyes once more.
Glug! Glug! Glug!
Suddenly, a strange melody rang out from beyond the sky, and the pale blue hurricane seemed boundless.
As the sword formation charged towards them, they did not disperse at all, but instead surrounded the sword formation.