Han Xuanji was very composed, his gaze calmly fixed on the golden Holy King phantom behind Xiao Yan.
His robes rustled under that pressure, but he stood straight, his breathing steady, without even a frown.
Had it been anyone else at the Law Conference, they would likely have already lost their composure and seen their combat power sharply reduced by this pressure.
Shi Ziyun was the most typical example; if she hadn't been affected by the pressure of this Holy King phantom, she wouldn't have been easily defeated by Xiao Yan before she could even fully unleash her own Sage secret technique.
That pressure was like an invisible shackle, locking down the opponent's spiritual power and Law.
But Han Xuanji was different
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His mental will had already reached the Realm of Eternal True God when he signed in at the Qianmeng Pavilion.
In the following years, the "Palm Edge Life and Death" entry he signed in at the Creation Platform not only improved his Comprehension, but his mental Realm had long reached a height that Cultivators of the same Realm could hardly reach, or rather, could hardly imagine.
By now, his mental will had climbed to the peak of Eternal True God. The pressure released by Xiao Yan activating his Saint King Bloodline was merely an insignificant remnant of the Holy King's Origin power.
Although it could be considered crushing for an Eternal Dao Lord, it could not cause any impact on someone possessing the mental will of an Eternal True God at its peak.
The momentary stagnation and difficulty in breathing just now were purely instinctive reactions of the body when facing a higher-level existence.
It was just like a Mortal standing on the edge of a ten-thousand-foot cliff for the first time; even knowing they wouldn't fall, they would still feel fear.
But that reaction came and went quickly; after adapting, Han Xuanji had already isolated that pressure from his mind.
Han Xuanji flexed his wrists, thoughts flashing through his mind.
The Xiao Yan before him was no longer the same as before; there was no confusion or hesitation in his eyes, only a sense of determination.
Such an opponent was worth taking seriously.
The power he had displayed before was likely insufficient now. With his bloodline awakened, Xiao Yan was more than a notch stronger than before, both in Physical Body and spiritual power. If he continued to hold back, he might really lose.
Although he always said winning or losing wasn't critical, he didn't want to lose either.
"Then come."
Han Xuanji said softly.
And at this moment, Xiao Yan moved.
His speed was nearly double what it had been; almost the instant he moved, his fist wind had already reached Han Xuanji.
The Holy King phantom did not charge with him but remained suspended in place, continuously injecting streams of golden power into Xiao Yan's body.
Han Xuanji did not retreat, nor did he dodge.
He met Xiao Yan's fist, throwing a punch of his own.
The two fists collided, emitting a dull, thunderous roar; the entire island trembled violently under this blow, and even the sea level dipped downward.
A flash of surprise crossed Xiao Yan's eyes.
He could feel that Han Xuanji's power was more than a level stronger than before.
"You really did have strength in reserve."
There was a hint of excitement in Xiao Yan's voice, and at the same time, he was glad he hadn't held back, otherwise, how could he have witnessed Han Xuanji's true strength?
Han Xuanji did not answer, simply throwing another punch.
The two tacitly abandoned their longswords.
Although the Dao of the sword was exquisite, in this kind of pure collision of power, fists were the most direct way of communication.
Fists collided, each impact making the the void tremble.
The clouds above the island were torn apart by the wind of their fists, and the waves on the sea were flattened by the aftermath.
The two were like ancient giants, maneuvering across the island, leaving behind deep, bottomless craters.
The operation speed of the Creation Derivation Dao Scripture within Han Xuanji suddenly accelerated, and this Sage-level Cultivation Method's amplification secret technique was pushed to an unprecedented level.
The Destruction Origin Scripture was also quietly mobilized by him, forming a delicate balance with the power of creation, constantly strengthening his Physical Body and spiritual power.
Profound Heaven Power condensed on his knuckles, providing many attributes to his attacks.
On Xiao Yan's side, the power of the Holy King phantom was likewise continuously poured into his body. His fists were wrapped in golden light, each punch carrying an irresistible dominance, as if the heavens and earth had to bow before him at this moment.
At this point, there was no mental capacity left to think of anything else.
Fight, only continue to fight.
He punched faster and heavier, as if he had inexhaustible power.
But Han Xuanji's strength also seemed inexhaustible; after colliding again, the two separated.
This time, Xiao Yan took a deep breath; Bloodline Power was different from spiritual power and could not be squandered like this.
He clenched his right fist, and the Holy King phantom behind him moved with him.
Facing this might.
Han Xuanji did not hesitate any longer, activating the Undying Creation Body; golden blood-energy light burst from within him, perfectly achieving Fusion with the Profound Heaven Power at this moment, turning into a dazzling golden pillar of light.
He raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing Xiao Yan.
Great Heaven Creation Palm.
The ultimate technique of the Qiankun Sage.
As the palm struck, the heavens and earth changed color.
The the void above the island twisted violently under that palm print, as if the entire world was enveloped by this one palm.
Golden light poured out from his palm, carrying the dual powers of creation and destruction, meeting Xiao Yan's final punch.
Boom—
The golden fist print and the golden palm print collided, erupting in blinding light.
At that moment, the entire sky was dyed gold.
The island cracked and crumbled in the aftermath, and the seawater was pushed back hundreds of feet by the massive waves raised.
On the viewing platform outside the light screen, everyone involuntarily squinted, and some even subconsciously raised their hands to shield their eyes.
The light lasted for several breaths, then slowly dissipated.
On the island, the two were still standing in place. But Han Xuanji's robes were only slightly disheveled, while Xiao Yan's breathing had become rapid and heavy.
The Holy King phantom behind him was trembling slightly, like a candle in the wind, its golden light constantly dimming.
Xiao Yan looked down at his own fist, then looked up at Han Xuanji.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a look of relief.
"You won."
Han Xuanji was silent for a moment, nodded slightly, and did not speak.
Xiao Yan closed his eyes; the Holy King phantom behind him finally could not hold on, turning into specks of golden light dust and dissipating into the air.
In the battle just now, his body finally could not withstand such high-intensity combat; the load was maxed out, and by not winning immediately, his defeat was already destined.