Li Xiaotian let out a long roar, his body suddenly erupting with dense demonic energy that enveloped him. He then held his saber with both hands, channeling the energy within his body madly into the blade, while also mobilizing a portion of the demonic sword's might.
"Buzz!"
A heart-palpitating aura erupted from Li Xiaotian. The saber in his hands emitted a blinding radiance, chilling anyone who dared to look.
However, compared to the fist shadows unleashed by Wuyun Patriarch, Li Xiaotian's current display was like a tiny spark against a raging inferno.
Wherever the fist shadows passed, space rumbled, and the spatial cracks along the path were annihilated by their force.
The fist shadows drew closer and closer to Li Xiaotian. Terrifying fluctuations rippled outwards, forcing everyone to instinctively retreat.
"Kill!!!"
Li Xiaotian roared, slashing out with his saber. A blood-red colossal saber instantly appeared in the air, tearing through the sky.
On either side of the colossal saber, clouds churned and lightning boomed, as it cleaved towards Wuyun Patriarch's fist shadows.
The two clashed.
"Boom!!!"
A thunderous sound echoed between heaven and earth. Everyone's ears buzzed, and their eyes could only perceive a blinding ball of light. Immediately after, a terrifying wave of energy surged outwards. Those with weaker cultivation were directly forced to retreat by the impact.
Within the ball of light, Li Xiaotian's saber shattered instantly. But at the moment of its destruction, a sharp sword energy suddenly appeared, piercing into the fist shadows.
"Boom!"
Following this, an even more terrifying wave of energy struck. Li Xiaotian was at the forefront and was directly sent flying.
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood spurted from Li Xiaotian's lips. His expression was contorted, and pain surged through his entire body. His body was almost instantly covered in blood, and several of his bones had fractured.
He was injured, severely so, and his aura was rapidly declining.
Fortunately, Wuyun Patriarch's fist shadows were ultimately broken by the demonic sword's energy.
Even so, Li Xiaotian's face remained filled with shock. His heart trembled; the opponent was too strong!
If he hadn't possessed the demonic sword, Wuyun Patriarch's punch would have certainly annihilated him.
Heavenly grade!!! His current strength was still far too distant from that of a Heavenly grade expert!
"Pfft!"
Li Xiaotian desperately tried to steady himself, but as soon as he regained his footing, he couldn't help but cough up another mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale.
"Rumble!"
At this moment, the area where Wuyun Sect's mountain gate was located was already engulfed in thunder and lightning, making it impossible to discern the scene within.
Wuyun Patriarch, by unleashing that punch against the Heavenly might, seemed to have intensified the celestial pressure upon him.
Thus, only the rain-like lightning was visible, and Wuyun Patriarch's voice could not be heard.
At this moment, a thought arose in everyone's minds: Wuyun Patriarch would not be able to emerge.
With such terrifying Heavenly might, even if the opponent survived, their strength would undoubtedly be greatly diminished. They would not risk it.
With this thought, the surrounding powerhouses shifted their gaze towards Li Xiaotian.
The way Li Xiaotian had blocked Wuyun Patriarch's punch earlier had shocked them all. Li Xiaotian's strength had exceeded everyone's expectations.
But now, Li Xiaotian was heavily injured! Genuinely injured, beyond doubt.
At this moment, some people's eyes flickered with a peculiar glint, especially Yan Song, the Sect Master of Yan Huo Sect, and others. A murderous intent flashed deep within their eyes; this was the perfect opportunity to kill Li Xiaotian.
But just then, as if sensing something, Li Xiaotian looked up, his gaze sweeping across the various powerhouses, a faint, mocking smile playing on his lips.
Seeing this, Yan Song and the others felt a jolt of alarm, and a moment of hesitation crept in.
Li Xiaotian was heavily injured, his combat power surely halved. If they attacked now, they would undoubtedly be able to kill him.
However, if their judgment was flawed and they failed to kill Li Xiaotian, then the enmity would be truly cemented.
Wuyun Sect was their future.
"Kill? Or not kill?"
Yan Song wavered, exchanging glances with Situ Lie beside him, and also looking at his companions. Their sects had all participated in the encirclement and killing of Li Xiaotian.
If they all attacked Li Xiaotian now, they might actually succeed in killing him.
"Cough, cough. As expected of a Heavenly grade expert. One move and I'm heavily injured, my strength greatly reduced. I probably can't even exert my late-stage Emperor grade combat power anymore."
Li Xiaotian said, coughing up blood, his voice reaching everyone's ears.
Yan Song's heart leaped with joy upon hearing this, but then he was shocked again! If the opponent was truly heavily injured, why would they announce it publicly at this moment?
There's a trap! Absolutely a trap!!!
However, not everyone realized this. A figure suddenly rushed out from the crowd, a fierce killing intent emanating from him as he charged towards Li Xiaotian.
"Li Xiaotian is heavily injured, everyone, join forces to kill him!!!"
It was Situ Lie, the Grand Elder of Potian Sect. He shouted at the crowd, his face filled with determination. Li Xiaotian was heavily injured; this was the only chance to kill him.
Otherwise, once the opponent recovered their strength, they would surely settle scores with Potian Sect. After all, Potian Sect had no Heavenly grade experts. Once Li Xiaotian made a move, Potian Sect would be destroyed.
Therefore, Situ Lie had no choice but to gamble. If he won, they would be safe from then on. If he lost, they would eventually face Li Xiaotian's retribution anyway, and dying now was better than watching their sect be annihilated later.
"Kill!!!"
Situ Lie roared, wielding a long sword. An astounding sword intent erupted from him as he attacked Li Xiaotian.
Furthermore, his sword was actually a low-grade Heavenly artifact!
Seeing this, Yan Song and the others all burst forth with their auras, like a fuse being lit. Situ Lie's proactive attack undoubtedly solidified their resolve to kill Li Xiaotian.
Instantly, three impatient powerhouses made their move.
But the next moment, they all froze in place, their faces suddenly turning ashen.
Just as Situ Lie raised his sword and was about to reach Li Xiaotian, a colossal black hand emerged from the demonic energy surrounding Li Xiaotian and seized Situ Lie.
"Boom!"
With a deafening roar, Situ Lie was instantly crushed by the colossal hand.
The scene fell into an eerie silence. Everyone stared at Li Xiaotian in disbelief.
This was called being heavily injured? His combat power was even less than that of a late-stage Emperor grade?
Situ Lie was a peak Emperor grade expert, yet he was instantly annihilated by Li Xiaotian in one move?
At this moment, Yan Song and the others, especially the three Emperor grade powerhouses who had already advanced to the center, turned deathly pale and trembled uncontrollably.
Those who had held back felt a wave of relief, their faces filled with lingering fear.
But the three who had moved were now filled with absolute terror.
"What are the three of you preparing to do? Kill me? The three of you can try. My final stored blow was broken by this old fellow from Potian Sect. I have no combat power left."
Li Xiaotian spoke to the three, his tone nonchalant.