Chapter 152: Overwhelming Xiaoyaizi

This made him feel incredible. After all, divine artifacts were not so easily mastered, yet Jiang Xiaofei had not only mastered them but also unleashed their true power.

This made him feel a sense of unfairness. Had it not been for those two divine swords, how could he have possibly been defeated?

However, making him admit defeat was utterly impossible. With a flash of battle intent in his eyes, he charged directly toward Jiang Xiaofei and Jun Yao.

Facing Xiaoyaozi’s onslaught, Jiang Xiaofei and Jun Yao immediately merged their swords and brought them down upon him.

As the sword descended, a heaven-shaking sword radiance erupted. Its sharp aura was peerless, as if it could cleave the heavens and earth apart.

Yet Xiaoyaozi was unstoppable. He thrust his massive palm into the empty air, and a vast torrent of divine dao energy surged madly, transforming into a giant hand that blotted out the sky to block the sword radiance.

Rumble!

When the giant hand collided with the sword radiance, a thunderous roar shook the heavens. Terrifying shockwaves rippled outward, sweeping across the entire sky like an apocalyptic storm.

Beneath such terrifying might, everyone’s eyes filled with horror. That overwhelming pressure seemed capable of leveling everything, carrying the momentum to destroy all living things.

Even so, it was still barely enough to shake the sword radiance in the slightest. However, under the devastation of such powerful force, the momentum of the sword radiance was drastically reduced, falling far short of its previous peak, though it remained a force not to be underestimated.

At this moment, seeing that even his full-strength strike had failed to stop the sword radiance, Xiaoyaozi found it hard to believe, and deep dread colored his features.

One had to know that he had unleashed all of his divine dao energy—an attack capable of annihilating even a half-step divine existence—yet it had failed to block that single streak of sword radiance. Just how unimaginably powerful must that sword radiance have been?

As the giant hand collapsed, a mouthful of blood inevitably spewed from his mouth, leaving him looking thoroughly disheveled.

Not only that, he suffered a severe backlash. His aura weakened drastically, a clear sign that he had been grievously injured.

After all, splitting one’s primordial spirit into three inherently caused damage to the primordial spirit itself.

Now that the divine dao energy within his body had been completely emptied, the backlash was bound to be even more catastrophic.

Had he not managed to protect his vital heart meridians in the nick of time, his primordial spirit likely would have shattered. And once the primordial spirit was damaged, he truly would have been crippled!

This instilled a deep-seated fear of Jiang Xiaofei within him!

In his view, Jiang Xiaofei’s strength was simply something he could never defeat. Perhaps Jiang Xiaofei was already invincible below the level of true deities; with no deities stepping forth, who could possibly be Jiang Xiaofei’s match?

Yet he felt profoundly unreconciled. After all, he had roamed the world, reigning supreme and undefeated at the half-step divine realm without a single loss in his life. Today, however, he had been defeated by the combined sword strike of an unpolished punk and a young girl.

This felt like a devastating blow to his pride, an unbearable humiliation.

Down below, everyone watched as Xiaoyaozi bled and suffered heavy injuries, all of them deeply shaken.

The display of Xiaoyaozi’s mighty techniques just moments ago had been utterly breathtaking. Even a half-step divine expert would not dare to meet it head-on, yet it still failed to defeat Jiang Xiaofei.

Just how powerful was Jiang Xiaofei? He was probably infinitely close to a true deity, and with no deities appearing, who else could contend with Jiang Xiaofei?

At that moment, the disciples of the Maoshan Sect felt absolute despair. If even Patriarch Xiaoyaozi could no longer contend with Jiang Xiaofei, how could the Maoshan Sect possibly be saved?

Right at that instant, the streak of sword radiance moved once more. It tore directly through the void, slashing down toward Xiaoyaozi yet again.

As the sword radiance descended, a terrifying pressure descended along with it.

Facing the incoming sword radiance, Xiaoyaozi wore an expression of apprehension, even tinged with terror. That sword radiance felt like a death warrant, bringing the chilling sensation of impending doom.

Had he been at his peak, he could have easily blocked it, but now he was heavily wounded, his strength vastly depleted compared to before. How could he possibly defend against it?

Yet asking him to resign himself to fate was equally impossible. Clenching his teeth, he let out a fierce shout, "Brat, so what if you possess divine artifacts? Today, even if I have to risk my life, I will drag you down with me!"

As his voice faded, Xiaoyaozi formed hand seals with both hands, as if guiding something forth.

The scene drew everyone's rapt attention.

Jiang Xiaofei furrowed his brows at that moment, feeling a trace of unease.

As Xiaoyaozi continued to form his seals, the surrounding sky suddenly began to tremble violently.

That bizarre phenomenon suggested that something terrifying was about to emerge and descend upon this world.

When this anomaly appeared, everyone below turned pale with terror. The phenomenon was simply too horrifying! It felt like a mountain pressing down from above, imparting an immensely oppressive sensation.

Moreover, they could clearly sense a vast momentum of heaven and earth gathering in the sky, faintly overpowering that blade of sword intent.

At this moment, the sword intent itself seemed to tremble under the suppression of the heaven-and-earth momentum.

That sight filled the Maoshan disciples with fervent excitement. In their eyes, Patriarch Xiaoyaozi must have summoned the sect's founding ancestral artifact, the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.

The ancestral Demon-Suppressing Pagoda was a genuine divine artifact. Now that Patriarch Xiaoyaozi had summoned it, how could they not be thrilled?

Though Jiang Xiaofei was formidable, the power of the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda was equally immense. Now that the ancestral tower had manifested and was being wielded by Patriarch Xiaoyaozi, surely it could subdue Jiang Xiaofei.

After all, this Demon-Suppressing Pagoda had been left behind by the Saint Wuxiang, the primordial founder of the Maoshan Sect. Its power was unfathomable, and rumor had it that the pagoda was an entity that transcended ordinary divine artifacts.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaofei also knitted his brows slightly. He sensed boundless heaven-and-earth momentum converging in the sky, a sign that something immensely powerful was descending, which left him utterly astonished.

Even he was incapable of summoning such a massive momentum of heaven and earth, yet Xiaoyaozi had managed to do it. This indicated that whatever Xiaoyaozi was calling forth was extraordinarily powerful!

Right at that moment, Xiaoyaozi let out a sharp cry, "The Demon-Suppressing Pagoda appears, sealing demons for ten thousand years, suppressing the heavens and earth!"

As his voice echoed, the firmament churned like monstrous waves. Amidst the rolling seas of clouds, a massive vortex of Qi evolved, from which a mighty divine majesty billowed outward, shaking the eight directions.

Within that gigantic vortex, a towering giant pagoda emerged.

The giant pagoda gleamed with a crimson luster, looking as though it had been forged by pouring black blood over it. Standing a thousand zhang tall, it seemed to connect directly with the firmament like a pillar holding up the heavens, exuding an ancient and majestic atmosphere. Its surface was wreathed in glowing runes, and vast divine might radiated in all directions.

Before this giant pagoda, even that streak of sword intent appeared utterly insignificant!

That scene left everyone completely awestruck.

The giant pagoda was too terrifying! It truly felt like a mountain pressing down right above their heads, and the billowing divine might in particular made it difficult to breathe.

"What kind of tower is this? It actually possesses such momentum!" Jiang Xiaofei was somewhat shaken as well, especially given the divine might carried by the tower, which forced him to turn grave.

That divine might was even stronger than the one emanating from the black and white swords. Clearly, this tower was also a divine artifact—and an exceptionally powerful one at that.

After all, divine artifacts were categorized by strength, such as Heavenly Deity Weapons, God-King Weapons, God-Emperor Weapons, and God-Emperor-Emperor Weapons.

According to Jun Yao, the black and white swords were God-Emperor Weapons.

Yet this giant pagoda was even stronger than the black and white swords, clearly ranking as a God-Emperor Weapon, or perhaps even surpassing it. He truly had not expected the Maoshan Sect to possess such a formidable divine artifact.

Even so, he felt no fear. After all, to unleash the true might of a divine artifact required at the very least the status of a true deity; mortals were simply incapable of fully utilizing a divine artifact's power.

After all, divine artifacts had exorbitant demands on the wielder's energy, much like giving a massive boulder to a small child who could never lift it.

Xiaoyaozi clearly lacked that capability. At this moment, wielding the divine tower while severely injured meant he was merely holding on by sheer willpower.

With a sharp glare, Jiang Xiaofei locked his gaze onto Xiaoyaozi and shouted coldly, "Don't think that relying on this divine tower will allow you to defeat this king."

"Since you wish to kill this king, I will let you witness the true power of Yin and Yang under the union of our twin swords!"