168: Chapter 168 The cultivation technique and spiritual power are somewhat strange.

The moment the star-shattering sword was unsheathed, a dark red sword light burst from the blade, drawing a sharp arc in the twilight.

Before the blade even arrived, that chilling Sword Intent had already pressed down on the three people opposite him.

The Gaunt Old Man at the Peak Void Refinement Stage had a grim expression. As his figure retreated rapidly, his hands formed hand seals in front of him, and a blue-gray light barrier condensed in front of him.

He was fast, but Yun Tianxiang's sword was even faster.

The dark red sword light silently sliced through the light barrier, like a sharp blade cutting through thin paper. The light barrier was neatly sliced in half from the middle, dissolving into a sky full of spiritual light.

The sword light's momentum did not fade as it continued to slash toward the Gaunt Old Man's face.

The old man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he instinctively dodged to the side. The sword light brushed past his shoulder, splitting the moon gate behind him completely in half, sending stone fragments flying.

A drop of cold sweat slid down the old man's temple. If that sword strike had been just an inch closer, half of his body would have been gone.

"I indeed underestimated you."

The old man stabilized his stance. His face was livid, but there was an extra hint of wariness in his voice.

"To have such Sword Intent at the Initial Stage of Void Refinement, the Cultivation Technique you practice is no ordinary thing."

Yun Tianxiang did not reply. His gaze bypassed the Gaunt Old Man and landed on that Northern Border man at the Middle Stage of Body Integration.

This man had not moved from beginning to end, merely standing in place with his hands behind his back, calmly watching this side as if the thrilling scene just now had nothing to do with him.

But Yun Tianxiang knew that this was the most difficult one to deal with.

"Attack together, don't give him a chance to catch his breath," the Gaunt Old Man barked, taking the lead to strike.

Unleashing both palms, his blue-gray spiritual energy surged out like a tide, condensing into a giant palm print in front of him, sweeping toward Yun Tianxiang with a fierce howling wind.

At the same time, the two consecrators at the Middle Stage of Void Refining behind him also activated their Magical Artifacts, blasting two streaks of spiritual light toward Yun Tianxiang from different directions.

The three-way pincer attack blocked all paths of retreat.

Instead of retreating, Yun Tianxiang advanced. Spinning the star-shattering sword in his hand, the dark red sword light drew a perfect circle around his body.

The three attacks crashed into the circle of sword light like waves crashing against a reef, shattering into a sky full of light specks before dissipating.

The sword light did not dissipate; instead, it used that impact to expand outward, rebounding back toward the three of them.

The Gaunt Old Man's face changed, and he hurriedly mobilized his protective spiritual light to resist.

The other two were not as fortunate. The sword light swept across their shoulders and arms, leaving two deep, bone-deep wounds, as blood gushed out.

The two groaned, staggering backward, their faces as pale as paper.

Without pausing for a moment, Yun Tianxiang's figure flashed through the Void Realm, arriving right in front of the Gaunt Old Man.

The star-shattering sword slashed down from the sky, the dark red light on the blade surging violently, carrying an extremely sharp edge.

The Gaunt Old Man gritted his teeth and pushed out both palms. Blue-gray spiritual energy condensed in his palms to form a heavy shield, meeting the slashing star-shattering sword.

"Clang—!"

Amidst the metallic clang, the Gaunt Old Man was shaken back several steps, his arms completely numb. A deep sword mark appeared on the shield, almost piercing through it.

A look of disbelief flashed in his eyes. An Initial Stage of Void Refinement actually possessed such terrifying power.

Just then, the Northern Border man at the Middle Stage of Body Integration finally moved.

Without a word or warning, his figure vanished into the Void Realm. When he reappeared, he was less than ten feet to Yun Tianxiang's left, silently striking a pale palm toward Yun Tianxiang's ribs.

The palm wind was fierce, carrying the majestic spiritual energy unique to the Middle Stage of Body Integration. The fluctuations of Law hidden in his palm lay dormant like a venomous snake, waiting to erupt the moment it made contact with the target.

Yun Tianxiang's eyes narrowed. He knew he could not take this palm strike head-on.

Turning his body in the Void Realm, he blocked with the star-shattering sword horizontally at his side, while using the force to float backward several tens of feet.

The palm wind brushed past the blade, shaking the dark red light on it slightly. Yun Tianxiang's retreating steps plowed two deep ruts into the bluestone ground before he barely stabilized himself.

"Good reaction."

The Northern Border man withdrew his hand. His face remained calm, but there was a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

"To be able to dodge this palm strike of mine at the Initial Stage of Void Refinement, you are the first."

Yun Tianxiang held the star-shattering sword horizontally in front of him, his gaze locking with the man's. Neither spoke first, but the invisible pressure was already condensing in the air, growing heavier and heavier.

Suddenly, a strange power surged from deep within his body, flowing along his Meridians to all parts of his limbs and bones.

That power was warm and vast, completely different from the spiritual energy he usually circulated. It was purer and more ancient, as if coming from an existence of another level.

This was the immortal energy he had Cultivated from the immortal Qi in the Kunlun Small World. Although there were only two wisps of it, it was enough to support him in casting an immortal technique.

Yun Tianxiang closed his eyes, slowly raising the star-shattering sword in his right hand. The tip of the sword pointed at the Northern Border man, and the aura around his body began to change.

Beyond the dark red sword light, a layer of pale golden light emerged, like the first rays of dawn, coating him with a warm luster.

The Northern Border man's brow finally furrowed. He could feel that the brewing power in the opponent actually made him feel a tremor in his heart.

That was absolutely not a power an Initial Stage of Void Refinement should have, nor was it even something a Body Integration Stage should possess.

"Suppress!"

Yun Tianxiang gave a low shout, and the star-shattering sword slashed out violently.

A golden sword light surged from the blade. It was silent, yet carried an irresistible power of suppression as it rolled down toward the Northern Border man.

Wherever the sword light passed, the Void Realm distorted slightly, and the aftershocks of the clash between the power of Law and the power of Law left fine cracks in the air.

The Northern Border man's expression changed. His hands rapidly formed seals, and a dark gray power of Law surged from his palms, condensing into a thick wall of Law in front of him.

The golden sword light crashed into the wall. Instead of erupting into an earth-shattering roar, it silently penetrated through, disintegrating the wall from the inside.

The Northern Border man's pupils shrank suddenly. He could feel that the power of Law he had condensed was being eroded, decomposed, and suppressed by that golden power.

It was not fierce or overbearing, yet it possessed an irresistible composure, as if the weight of heaven and earth were condensed into this single sword strike.

"What Divine Ability is this? It can actually wound me!"

The Northern Border man suddenly looked up, his gaze staring fixedly at Yun Tianxiang.

"You brat, your Cultivation Technique and spiritual energy are somewhat strange. Once I suppress you, I will certainly dissect you thoroughly."

Before his voice could fade, the golden sword light had completely disintegrated the wall of Law, rolling toward him with undiminished momentum.

The Northern Border man's face changed drastically. He retreated rapidly for dozens of feet, frantically forming hand seals to push his spiritual energy to the limit, condensing one defense after another in front of him. Yet, under the suppression of the golden sword light, every single one of them shattered, disintegrated, and vanished.

He retreated fast, but the sword light pursued even faster.

The golden light finally exploded in front of him, sending him flying backward to crash heavily against the courtyard wall. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale in an instant.

In front of the moon gate, there was a deathly silence.