Chapter 1131 The Yang-Sovereigns True Power
John stared grimly at the Yang-Sovereign, who was now completely enveloped by a translucent lotus made of pure Yang Qi, his body enshrouded within. The nine petals of the lotus moved independently of one another, like nine limbs of destruction.
While the Yang-Sovereign had called the art a 'transformation,' John could tell it was not a true body transformation art. It was more akin to an essence art, one quite similar to the Astral Emperor's astral form. It was a form made entirely of Qi, so strong that it was almost like a body cultivator had embraced the Yang-Sovereign within, their powers working in unison to form the ultimate fighting form.
The nine yang petals writhed like tentacles, slapping the air around the Yang-Sovereign. A blast of air strong enough to destroy weaker cultivators boomed out from each movement of the petals, like a primordial beast was trying to destroy everything around it.
Most terrifying of all was the heat that enshrouded the Yang- Sovereign. The translucent lotus of yang emanated a terrifying heat, one almost on par with the weakened Yang-Lotus. The air shimmered and space seemed to roil under the intense heat and pressure surrounding the Yang-Sovereign, greatly increasing the danger of approaching him.
Just approaching the Yang-Sovereign at this point would be a dangerous undertaking, let alone landing an attack. John's gaze narrowed, his face grim as he stared at his opponent, one who truly deserved his reputation as a Sovereign of the Nine-Dao World. And most shocking of all, this was his weakened form.
John could only imagine how horrifying the Yang-Sovereign was at his full strength, and didn't want to find out either. This battle needed to end here, and quickly.
"I don't know what power that is you possess," the Yang-Sovereign said to John, his voice itself roiling like a hellish furnace was speaking, and not a human. "But it won't be enough to save you. Both you and the Sword-Saint shall perish here, then everyone else as well!"
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The air exploded behind John as he shot forward once more, understanding that the Yang-Sovereign was stalling for time by speaking to him. It was beyond obvious that John's current form was unsustainable, and every second the Yang-Sovereign wasted was a second closer to victory for him. Unfortunately for him, space was locked down by the Yang-Sphere formation, and so using his spatial movement art was impossible for him at the moment. While he could open space through his attacks, stepping into it and coming back out would require far too much time and energy, making it far worse than moving through physical speed alone.
The Yang-Sovereign scoffed and swung his flail towards John, the striking head like an approaching star of destruction. John didnt even try to deal with the attack, as although he could deflect it with his full power, it would at best result in a stalemate between him and the Yang-Sovereign. In a battle where time was the most precious resource for him, it was a tactic he could not afford to do.
Che!
As hoped, a brilliant sword-image cleaved towards the striking head, followed by the Sword-Saint flashing into existence before John, his true sword cleaving out as well. The two had an understanding that in this battle, John was the lead, while the Sword-Saint was the support.
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