In the next moment, the gorgeous golden light stopped in the air. It was actually a meter long golden spike, extremely sharp. However, the front end of the golden spike was currently being held by a hand. No matter how the Strength Qi churned and the sharpness surged, it was unable to advance in the slightest.
The owner of that palm was a young man with a slender body and a handsome face. He wore a black robe and his eyes flashed with a chilliness that caused one's heart to palpitate. On his right shoulder, there was a colorful little bird with colorful feathers squatting there. Its gem-like eyes were filled with ridicule.
"Tang Huan!"
Xi Yi, Wei Xuan Pavilion and the others reflexively shouted out loud.
Although they did not see the person's face, based on the voice just now and the back they saw, it was enough to determine his identity.
At this moment, almost everyone's face was filled with ecstasy.
Especially Xi Yi, it was even more so.
The moment Zhu Xuantong made his move, he knew that he was dead for sure. After all, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great. If he could mobilize the sword intent of the Heavenly Sword Hall, he would naturally not be afraid of Zhu Xuantong's attack. But now that his sword intent was suppressed, no matter how much he struggled, it would be useless.
But he never thought that Tang Huan would actually return to the "Pure Yang Sword Sect" at such a critical moment, and even block Zhu Xuantong's killing blow!
"Tang Huan?"
Jiang He Xian, Gong Jing, Mo Qianjiang and the others couldn't help but exclaim.
Amongst them, there were quite a few people who had seen Tang Huan's portrait before. Even if they had not seen the portrait before, they had heard people describe Tang Huan's appearance countless times. However, this was the first time everyone had truly seen Tang Huan, but meeting Tang Huan in such a situation was something they had never expected.
Moreover, the shock in their hearts at this moment was almost indescribable.
Although they were just bystanders, they were well aware of the power of Zhu Xuantong's attack. Even if they were at the peak of the Nine Revolutions Transcendental Tower, they would still have to use their full strength in order to receive it. However, not only did Tang Huan only appear after Zhu Xuantong made his move, he even grabbed Zhu Xuantong's weapon with his palm in a split-second, and directly eliminated his almost invincible attack into nothingness.
After the great battle outside the Yan Yang City, they had all deduced Tang Huan's strength.
However, from the looks of Tang Huan's attack just now, in just a few short months, Tang Huan's strength seemed to have increased by leaps and bounds.
"You are Tang Huan?"
Zhu Xuantong's pupils shrank. The shock in his heart could not be described with words.
In order to prevent Jiang He Xian and the others from stopping and rescuing him, he had to kill Xi Yi in the shortest amount of time possible. As a result, when he made his move, he had mobilized almost all of the true essence in his body, hoping to succeed in one strike.
Under such an attack, even an expert at the peak of the Nine Revolutions Transcendental Tower would be severely injured if he did not handle it properly.
But Tang Huan, on the other hand, was able to easily receive it. Furthermore, when Tang Huan received his attack, he did not use a weapon, but a palm.
Sensing the cold killing intent in Tang Huan's eyes, Zhu Xuan Tong felt his heart tighten.
"Tang Huan is like …"
In the next moment, Zhu Xuantong shouted out, but before he could even finish the word "He", his voice suddenly stopped, and his sunken eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He could clearly see that his own golden thorns were like ice and snow under the scorching sun, rapidly melting in Tang Huan's palm.
This was a Saint-rank Heavenly Soldier!
Zhu Xuantong felt his soul tremble, and immediately discovered that only half of the golden thorn remained. On the surface of the thorn, there seemed to be a layer of almost transparent flames adhered to it.
Zhu Xuantong suddenly woke up from his stupor. His eyes widened as he roared out, and the true essence in his body crazily flowed into the sharp thorn through his right hand like a collapsing dam. Unfortunately, it was useless, not only was the thorn melting, even his true essence was being burned by the flames.
After cultivating for hundreds of years, Zhu Xuantong had never seen such a strange situation.
A thick sense of fear involuntarily rose from the bottom of his heart. Zhu Xuantong felt all the hairs on his body stand on end as he hurriedly let go of the thorn and explosively retreated.
"Do you think you can escape?"
At the same time that the "Primal Chaos Dao Flame" returned to his body, his right fist had already smashed towards the direction that Zhu Xuantong was escaping in. The shadow of the fist expanded rapidly, as if it was squeezing the surrounding space to the point of exploding.
Zhu Xuantong's body suddenly stopped, and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.
Almost at the same time Tang Huan punched out, he felt as if the space beside him was sealed by an extremely terrifying formless energy, causing his retreating speed to decrease greatly. However, the speed at which the fist flew over was getting faster and faster, and under this situation, the distance between the two of them rapidly shrank.
"Demon Subduing Palm!" "Kill —"
As if to boost his courage, Zhu Xuantong's face twisted and his expression turned sinister. His skinny body suddenly became a circle larger, and with a flip of his fan-like right palm, it was as if the world had turned upside down. A terrifying force condensed into a huge palm image that fiercely pressed towards the fist.
This was the unique sacred art of the Demon Subduing Sect, the "Demon Subduing Palm"!
When it was used, it was as cold as a war god descending from the upper realms. With a single palm strike, the heavens and the earth were turned upside down, as if it could wipe out all the demons and monsters in the world. The stronger the user, the stronger the power, and it was completely comparable to the sacred art of the "Ling Xiao Sword Sect", the "God Slaying Finger".
"Boom!"
In less than half a blink of an eye, Pang Shuo's fist and the huge palm ruthlessly collided with each other with the force of a thunderbolt.
For a time, the heaven and earth trembled, and an explosive sound that seemed to pierce through gold and crack stones resounded throughout the entire Yan Yang City.
In front of the Heavenly Sword Hall, the Strength Qi was like a tide as it surged and surged. A terrifying aura rippled in all directions, and ripples that could be seen with the naked eye actually appeared in the surrounding space. Behind Tang Huan, Xi Yi, Wei Xuan Pavilion and the others were forced to retreat continuously, and actually quietly retreated into the hall.
Jiang He Xian, Gong Jing, Mo Qianjiang and the other experts of the Void Transformation Stage were also unable to withstand the Strength Qi's onslaught. Their footsteps were weak, and they involuntarily floated backwards. However, the confrontation between Tang Huan and Zhu Xuantong this time had caused them to wake up from their extreme shock.
"Tang Huan, show mercy …"
"Brother Tang Huan, calm your anger!"
"Tang Huan..."
"..."
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