The Ancient Dust Saber was pulled out. As it rubbed across Zhulong’s black gloves, it emitted an ear-piercing screech.
A saber’s solidness not only depended on the saber’s material, it also depended on the saber-bearer’s strength and his insight into the saber Dao.
Yi Yun had forcefully used his own strength to preserve the Ancient Dust Saber. He managed to retreat with his saber intact.
Upon seeing this scene, Zhulong was slightly stunned at first before he sneered.
Although he failed to break the Ancient Dust Saber, the blade tip had been damaged. The saber was supported by Yi Yun’s saber intent. Once Yi Yun’s saber intent weakened, the saber would also shatter.
However, how could Yi Yun ensure his saber intent would constantly be strong against Zhulong’s powerful attacks?
“Die!”
Zhulong shouted as he charged at Yi Yun. His charge was accompanied by whistling thunder.
Zhulong punched a second time, and this one was much more powerful and terrifying than the first.
Yi Yun’s surroundings sealed him a spatial prison once again, preventing him from evading. As Yi Yun saw the punch reach him, he focused and became one with the saber!
Break!
“Ka-cha!”
Yi Yun forcefully slashed the spatial prison open. He flew out with his saber, while Zhulong’s punch followed, landed in thin air!
“Boom!”
Like a meteorite crashing into the ground, a mountain a hundred meters away experienced the brunt of the shock wave from Zhulong’s punch.
The ten-thousand-foot-tall mountain rumbled. Its middle cratered from the immense shockwave, leaving behind a gigantic punch mark.
Next, the mountain began to collapse as rocks rolled down, while a plume of dust sprung up, covering the sky.
The gigantic mountain collapsed with a tumultuous boom, causing the ground to quake as a result.
The warriors who were watching from afar were stunned when they saw this. The Soul Tomb’s environment was special. The rocks here had been nourished by the Yin aura over tens of millions of years, making the rocks here much harder than those outside the Soul Tomb.
However, a mountain composed of such rocks had collapsed from Zhulong’s punch. And his punch did not even strike the mountain. There was a distance of a hundred meters separating them!
If it was a person who had bore the brunt of the strike, what would be that person’s outcome? It probably was not enough to describe him as perishing utterly.
“Too powerful!”
“If Jiang Yidao is hit by a punch, the outcome would be obvious!”
The Heavenly Blood Union members felt their blood boil from watching this.
Who could withstand such power? What could Jiang Yidao do? He might have heaven-defying talent, but he was not a Reincarnator who had lived several incarnations!
If they had strength similar to Zhulong, how liberating would that be?
If they mastered the “Heavenly Dao Reincarnation Grand Technique”, then their strengths would also increase multifold. Even if they were not as strong as Zhulong, as long as they had 5-10% of his strength, it was enough!