Lin Xun’s figure peaked out through the clouds of dust and smoke. 

His figure was graceful and ethereal with a pale azure glow bathing his body. In his hand, the Violet Soul Blade produced a brilliance unique to an aeth treasure and accentuated his extraordinariness. 

Inexplicably, many people trembled inwardly. Their scalps felt numb, and their souls shook. The blow was too terrifying. 

They couldn’t imagine what kind of blade could produce such earth-shaking, apocalypse-like visions. 

The influential figures of the older generation were also emotionally moved. 

Imagery Power!

They had seen the power unique to the Heaven Ascension Stage from a teenager at the Spirit Sea Stage! 

Unbelievable!

Previously, the Marquis of Rising Sky’s magnificent strike combined the power of heaven and man, encompassed the force of heaven and earth, and contained a wisp of imagery power. 

But it wasn’t true imagery power!  

That was obvious when compared to Lin Xun’s blade art. 

“I didn‘t expect your strength to have reached such a level, but do...