Ancient Vassal's hair and beard flew wildly. He let out a furious roar as the Profound Light around him surged to its absolute limit. He summoned several Protective Treasures one after another, layering shields of light before him.
His hands blurred through a series of seals, and a pitch-black giant palm that seemed almost solid materialized to meet the Sword Light. This was his signature Divine Technique, the Profound Yin Mountain-Suppressing Hand.
However, before that sliver of azure light, all resistance seemed so pale and feeble.
"SHREEE—!"
The pitch-black giant palm was effortlessly cleaved in two. The multiple layers of light from his Magical Treasures shattered in succession, as if they were made of paper.
Although the Sword Light had been greatly diminished, the remaining sharp Sword Qi still slammed viciously into Ancient Vassal's protective Profound Light.
"Ptoo!"
