The moment the two huge forces of gold and black collided, the entire Suzaku Tower shook violently.

The strong wind swept the surrounding areas with dust, the sky became dark, and the clouds were torn apart by two opposing forces.The hundred-year-old secret technique activated by the pavilion master is sinister and pervasive. The fine black blades are densely packed and layered, with a bone-eroding chill, crazily crushing the golden barrier.

Xiao Yuci's spiritual power surged in his palm, the golden body barrier firmly supported the shock, and the veins in his arms were slightly stretched.

His martial arts cultivation is unparalleled in the world, and he holds the imperial power and dragon energy in his hands. However, his most powerful power in the world is suppressed and continuously eroded by this century-old dark evil secret technique.

The master of the pavilion stood in the middle of the black mist, looking down quietly, with a tone of indifferent mockery: "The imperial power and military power are like a mantis in the face of a century-old mystical art. Xiao Yuci, you can protect her for a while, but you cannot protect her for a lifetime."

Before he finished speaking, the black blades all over the sky suddenly intensified their impact!

The cracks in the golden barrier spread, and fine cracks spread all over the entire light wall, and it was about to shatter.

Xiao Yuci's eyes suddenly darkened, and he was about to devote all his spiritual power to resist, when the girl beside him suddenly took a step forward.

Shen Qingyuan raised her hand and gently pressed his tight wrist.

"I'll do it."

Her voice was clear, but with the utmost determination.

At this moment, she no longer hides her bloodline, and no longer suppresses the power of her mother's clan.Her fingertips gently touched the dark jade pendant close to her body. The jade pattern that had been dormant for many years suddenly lit up with soft white light, and the warm and holy white light slowly exploded from her body.

For the first time in a century, the bloodline of the Saint of Xuanzong of the Qing Dynasty was completely awakened.

The glistening white light was gentle but domineering. Wherever it passed, the billowing dark and violent energy melted and retreated.

The Dark Pavilion's sorcery was originally evolved from stealing the origins of Qingxuan Sect, and was naturally restrained by the blood of the Saint.

The black blade that filled the sky with killing power instantly turned into nothingness when encountering white light, dissipating between heaven and earth.

The strong wind suddenly stopped and the black fog suddenly dispersed.

The evil pressure that overwhelmed the world was completely dispelled by the pure white holy light in an instant.

On the high platform, the sky reopened and the bright sunlight began to shine down again.

The figure of the pavilion master stiffened suddenly, and his eyes hidden behind the dim light suddenly shrank. The indifference and paranoia that had not changed for a hundred years suddenly fluctuated violently for the first time.

He stared intently at the bright white blood aura circulating around Shen Qingyuan's body. His body trembled slightly, and his tone was no longer calm, but was incredibly hoarse:

"Exactly the same...really exactly the same..."

This whisper was so soft that it was carried in the wind and almost no one noticed it.

Xiao Yuci keenly caught the strangeness, and his eyes locked on the other party sharply.

Something is wrong.

The Pavilion Master has been obsessed with obtaining blood for hundreds of years, but at this moment, the look in his eyes was not greed, nor ecstasy, but shock, trance, and the memories and sourness of buried years.

He didn't simply covet Qingyuan's bloodline - he had seen it before.

Shen Qingyuan also caught the gaffe on his expression, and doubts arose in his heart.

Taking advantage of the opponent's moment of distraction, the jade light on her fingertips condensed and turned into a slender but sharp frost-colored light blade, cutting straight into the core of the black mist!

"Xuanzong of the Qing Dynasty's magic to suppress evil—frost falls and clears the air!"

This is the orthodox secret art of the mother clan, designed to defeat all evil and counter-arts.

White light burst through the air, accurately defeating the last dark force protection in front of the Pavilion Master, and approaching his true form!

The Pavilion Master suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly raised his hands to gather energy to resist.

The white and black lights collided again, and this time, the restrained dark arts were completely at a disadvantage.

There was a thud.

The Master of the Dark Pavilion, who had been undefeated for a hundred years and firmly at the pinnacle of the darkness, was actually forced to take half a step back. The sole of his boot scraped against the bluestone platform, leaving a very shallow mark.

For hundreds of years, he has never taken a step back.