บท 1950: The Situation Takes a One-Eighty Turn

At first, the Celestial Court cultivators were still exuberant, but when they saw the demonic saber in Qi Yang's hands, they freaked out and beat a hasty retreat.

Bang!

Xiang Chunan punched and smashed a Death Legate.

"Stop throwing your weight around!"

A cold light flashed in Qi Yang's eyes as he aimed one of his fingers at Xiang Chunan.

Several hundred thousand precepts, along with the Precepts of Heaven and Earth from within an 8,000-mile radius, gathered on his fingertip.

"Watch out, Brother Xiang!" Feng Yan warned since he was the nearest person to Xiang Chuhan.

While he called out, he cast out an Eighth Radiance Thousand-Inscription Sacred Artifact as speedily as possible, trying to block Qi Yang's finger attack.

Boom!

The Eighth Radiance Thousand-Inscription Sacred Artifact exploded at once, turning into scrap metal. It failed to affect the finger light one bit.