Zhang Yan had no intention of conversing further with Lu Yuanxing. His gaze flashed, and he pointed his fingers, sending out a streak of sword light. Midway, the streak suddenly split into sixteen rays, emitting a piercing whistle as they dashed through the air.
Lu Yuanxing flipped his hand, deploying a Bright Pearl above his head, which immediately released a glow akin to moonlight, illuminating the ground all around.
The light appeared gentle, yet when any sword light fell upon it, it was as if striking refined steel, scattering sparks and creating continuous clashing sounds of metal.
He opened his mouth and let out a long roar, clenched his fists, and two clusters of Gang Cloud rapidly surged at his peak. From the Dharma Platform, beams of light shot upwards, releasing a Nascent Soul, which stood tall like a mountain, exceptionally formidable, nearly occupying the entire platform.
