As his words fell, his aura rose once more, a mighty force as fierce as a tiger coursing through his entire body.
Crack!
With a crisp snap, Yang Yuanhong broke free from the Dragon Imprisoning Rope on the spot.
Whoosh!
Once free, he wasted no more words. Summoning the Three Divine Armguards, he unleashed his full firepower and charged straight at the demonic cloud in the sky.
"Bold indeed! Today, I'll show you what the power of a True Person truly is!"
Whoosh—
As the demonic cloud churned, a pair of enormous hands reached out from within. With a mere wave, they stirred the winds and clouds into turmoil, demonic qi soaring into the heavens.
Appearing alongside those giant hands were the man's two Spiritual Incarnations, all three turning their spearheads toward Yang Yuanhong.
Yet after exchanging dozens of blows with him, the Demonic Dao True Person could not help but frown.
Although he was able to suppress Yang Yuanhong, he had never managed to break through that turtle-shell shield around him.
"Looks like I really will have to pay a price if I want to take you down."
The Demonic Dao True Person muttered inwardly, then concealed himself within the clouds and quietly took out a small bottle.
This was a miniature version of the Dead Water Purifying Bottle, enough for only a single use.
Though the item was precious, if it could break the defenses of this righteous-path prodigy and subdue him, it would be well worth the cost.
He then deliberately intensified his offensive, slipping through the cracks when Yang Yuanhong least expected it and scattering the small bottle of dead water.
Sizzle, sizzle—
The instant it touched him, the shield condensed from the power of the immortal turtle around Yang Yuanhong began showing signs of collapse.