150: Three extraordinary phenomena: Panwu, the true immortal!

A powerhouse of this Rank, even a sliver of Qi leaked during a breath, would be enough to shake a Nascent Soul Cultivator to death!

Wang Yansheng floated above the Nine Heavens, looking down at Lu Yuan from a high vantage point.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the withered glory sword in Lu Yuan's hand, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an even more burning Battle Intent.

“You are Lu Yuan?”

Wang Yansheng spoke, his voice like the clashing of gold and iron, sonorous and powerful, making everyone's eardrums ache.

“It is indeed I.”

Lu Yuan's expression was calm, and he continued to wipe the long sword in his hand methodically, as if the Peak Body Integration powerhouse above his head simply did not exist.

“Good courage.”

Wang Yansheng nodded slightly, a hint of appreciation showing in his eyes, but it was mostly dominated by overbearing arrogance: “This old man heard that the Pan Huang Years Sword fell into your hands?”

“I am a martial fanatic, having only loved fighting and divine weapons in my life. I have crossed domains today for nothing else but to witness for myself just how miraculous this legendary Transcendent Spiritual Treasure truly is.”

He did not hypocritically pull some excuse about returning items to their original owners like the Withered Wood Sword Saint; instead, he directly stated his intention—he was here to snatch it, and also to fight.

“You want to witness it?”

Lu Yuan finally stopped his movements and slowly raised his head. Those golden eyes looked directly at Wang Yansheng, and the corners of his mouth curled into a cold arc.

“Then that depends on whether you have the ability.”

“The last person who wanted to witness it...”

Lu Yuan casually twirled his sword, and the withered glory sword let out a shrill sword cry.

“By now, they have already entered Reincarnation.”

“Hahaha!”

Hearing this, Wang Yansheng did not get angry but laughed instead. His laughter was heroic, shattering the flowing clouds across the sky.

“That old waste Withered Wood, with his decaying blood and Qi and his Lifespan nearly exhausted, was nothing more than a skeleton in a tomb. How could he be compared to me?”

“I cultivate the Dao of War and forge an Indestructible Body!”

“Lu Yuan, show me your skills, do not disappoint me!”

“Boom!”

Before his voice had even faded.

Wang Yansheng directly made his move.

He didn't use any fancy moves, simply raising his right hand and striking down at Lu Yuan from a distance with a single palm.

Hum!

Between heaven and earth, the Law of Gold and the Law of Strength instantly rioted.

A giant golden palm that blotted out the sun condensed out of thin air.

This palm was not made of flesh and blood, but was entirely constructed from countless golden weapon runes.

Within the palm lines, there seemed to be the momentum of ten thousand horses charging, carrying a tragic, overbearing, and invincible terrifying will.

As the palm fell.

Space did not shatter, but was directly compressed solid!

Huangtian City's defensive Formation issued a series of 'crackling' sounds as if it couldn't bear the weight, and countless runes instantly collapsed.

“Puff! Puff!”

Below, many Cultivators with lower cultivation bases, even with the protection of the Formation, were shaken by the aftershocks transmitted through the array, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

“Is this the power of the Ninth Transformation Laws?”

“Too strong! It's simply not on the same level!”

Gu Qingxue and the others had solemn expressions, tightly clutching their Magic Treasures, ready to fight for their lives at any moment.

However.

Facing this palm strike that was enough to crush stars.

Lu Yuan still stood where he was, completely motionless.

“Want to test me?”

“Then as you wish.”

Lu Yuan's thought moved.

“Hum!”

The Seventh Transformation Space Law suddenly activated.

Three feet in front of him, space suddenly underwent a bizarre folding and stretching.

That giant golden palm carrying the momentum of ten thousand tons, after entering this area, actually seemed to fall into an endless quagmire.

Clearly it was close at hand, yet it felt as if it were separated by the ends of the earth.

No matter how it roared or how it impacted, it remained unable to cross those final three feet of distance!

“You have some tricks.”

A sharp light flashed in Wang Yansheng's eyes: “Seventh Transformation Space Law? No wonder you could kill that old fellow Withered Wood.”

“However, if it's only to this extent, you still won't stop me!”

“Break!”

He gave a low shout and suddenly clenched his palm.

“Crack!”

The five fingers of that giant golden palm instantly closed, and the Ninth Transformation Law of Strength fully erupted.

“Collapse!”

A kind of power pure to the extreme forcibly shattered the spatial folding Lu Yuan had laid down.

The so-called 'close yet worlds apart' was ultimately broken in the face of absolute strength overcoming all techniques.

The giant palm's momentum did not decrease as it continued to press down.

“Well come!”

Battle Intent surged in Lu Yuan's eyes.

He casually put away the withered glory sword and reached out with his other hand.

“Clang!”

A streak of silver-white sword light soared into the sky.

Panhuang Void Sword!

“You take a sword from me too!”

Lu Yuan let out a long whistle, holding the sword with both hands, the magic power in his body rushing like a river.

“Boom!”

Behind him.

A patch of Chaos mist suddenly exploded.

The first Phenomenon—the Innate Sword Phantom, stood proudly in the Chaos, emitting a sharp edge that could split the heavens!

The second Phenomenon—the Five Elements Sword Phantom, rotated endlessly, unceasing and ever-growing, evolving all things!

Following that.

The third Phenomenon finally revealed its true form!

It was a pair of giant swords, one black and one white, entwined with each other like a Yin-Yang fish, rotating and emitting a supreme dao charm that separated the clear from the turbid and stabilized the universe.

The Yin and Yang Sword Phantom!

The three great phenomena appeared together, augmenting the Panhuang Void Sword.

Lu Yuan slashed out with his sword.

This strike was no longer a simple spatial cut.

Instead, it fused the three great Sword Intents of Chaos, Five Elements, and Yin and Yang, combined with the heaven-reaching power of the Panhuang sword itself.

“Rip!”

A terrifying Sword Qi ten thousand feet long, showing the three colors of black, white, and gray, instantly tore through the firmament and met that giant golden palm.

“Boom!!!”

The two collided.

There was only the sound of Laws annihilating each other.

One could see that the giant palm condensed from the Ninth Transformation Law of Gold was actually like cloth before the Sword Qi, being forcibly sliced open from the middle!

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and even the Law of Strength within it was severed!

“Bang!”

The giant palm split in two, then collapsed into a sky full of golden light.

And that Sword Qi's momentum was not yet spent, charging straight into the Nine Heavens, forcing Wang Yansheng to dodge to the side, a strand of his black hair being sliced off by the Sword Qi and drifting down.

The whole place was deathly silent!

He blocked it!

Not only did he block it, he even counterattacked!

He even sliced off a strand of hair from a Peak Body Integration powerhouse!

“Good! Good swordsmanship!”

Wang Yansheng looked at the drifting hair, and the Battle Intent in his eyes instantly burned to the extreme, as dazzling as a blazing sun.

“The Chaos Sword Body truly lives up to its reputation!”

“Delightful! Truly delightful!”

“How many years has it been? Finally, someone can make this old man feel a hint of a threat!”

Wang Yansheng roared at the sky, the bones all over his body letting out a series of thunderous pops.

“Lu Yuan, the warm-up is over.”

“Next, this old man is going to get serious!”

“Boom!”

His body shook violently.

An even more ancient and primitive aura awakened from within his body.

“Pangu Martial True Immortal Manifestation!”

Along with his angry roar.

Behind him, the void shattered like a mirror.

A phantom thirty thousand feet tall, with muscles bulging like mountain ranges, bare-chested and holding a giant heaven-opening axe, slowly stepped out from the void.