Swoosh!
Hundreds of doppelgangers suddenly surged forth between heaven and earth, their reality impossible to discern.
In an instant, hundreds of Yang Yuan formed obscure seals together, lunging at Xu Yang with lightning speed.
Xu Yang's expression remained unchanged, his voice calm: "The warm-up is over!"
Clang!
The blade howled to the heavens, immortal light weaving in wild patterns.
Xu Yang spun and swept his saber in a frenzy, his surroundings engulfed by terrifying waves of blade force; even overflowing celestial runes were shattered to pieces under his saber intent, spreading in crisscrossing streams—viewed from afar, it was like a world birthed by ancient saber will.
Every strike he unleashed was at full strength, leaving nothing in reserve.
Relying on the vast foundation of his Twelfth-Grade Immortal Core, he vented his power wantonly.
Bam! Bam! Bam!!
Boom!
Explosions roared on, shrill whistles splitting the air.
