"War Dragon Dao!"
With a shout from Ye Wushuang, his body turned illusory before the crowd's eyes, like a golden phantom. With a flare of golden fire feathers, he suddenly charged toward the Light of Destruction.
"Slay!"
A single, quiet word echoed. The crowd watched as Ye Wushuang effortlessly passed through the Light of Destruction, transforming into a golden beam that pierced the sky.
The Golden Holy Feather, like a fine but razor-sharp beam of light, pierced through Tian Chang's brow. The immense force sent him flying for thousands of miles.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
All around, the sharp, cracking sound of knuckles whitening in tightly clenched fists suddenly rang out.
"He... He actually ignored the slaughter of the Light of Destruction." A demonic light swirled in the Half-Demon Lord's eyes, his face a mask of disbelief. 'Even I would struggle to handle the Light of Destruction.'
Yet Ye Wushuang dared to ignore it, showing no fear, and emerged completely unharmed!
