'Perfect. Time to test out my newly comprehended Sword Technique!'
Seeing Zhenkong Ancestor's supremely confident strike,
Yang Xiao smiled faintly.
The Dragon Roar Sword in hand, Yang Xiao neither dodged nor evaded, simply slashing out.
In an instant, the phantom of a star flashed between heaven and earth, following the sword's edge as it sliced directly toward Zhenkong Ancestor's fist.
BANG!
Zhenkong Ancestor felt that what he had just collided with wasn't a sword at all.
It was a colossal star.
What was even more terrifying was that this star had exploded.
His fist...
No, his entire arm...
...had been blown to bits.
He retreated violently.
"How... how is this possible?"
Zhenkong Ancestor, his face a mask of shock, clutched his right shoulder. It was now an empty, mangled ruin, with only a stump of bone and countless shreds of flesh remaining.
This power...
...was too horrifying.
'If I hadn't retreated so quickly...'
