Just then—

Shen Yi looked down at the figure hurtling up at him from below.

That dark light seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever.

The gold patterning on his dharma-robe flickered faintly, and then, offhandedly, he raised a hand.

Five fingers spread slightly apart.

An utterly ordinary motion in anyone else's eyes — yet it made Yi Daohong's pupils constrict.

The young man's palm had appeared in an exquisitely calculated position.

In the next instant, Yi Daohong crashed into it as though throwing himself into a net, his head clamped tight in those five fingers.

"Thousand-Transformations Demon-Suppressing Sword!"

Yi Daohong felt the terrifying force bearing down on the crown of his skull, and finding himself unable to break free, he could only loose a violent roar!

In an instant, a dense, teeming golden light enveloped the young man.

Every strand of it carried an edge keen enough to cut through all things in this world.

They crisscrossed one another.

Sealing Shen Yi within them, and then slashing down all at once!

Whereupon they dissolved entirely against that faintly rippling black, gold-patterned dharma-robe.

Shen Yi regarded the old man in his grip.

The blackness in his eyes grew deeper still, and he breathed out a single word: "Slay."

At that same moment, from within the already murky, darkened firmament, an unbroken roll of thunder suddenly rang out!

Blue and crimson spread outward.

The dharma-sword revealed its straight, upright blade from within the clouds.

Black-killing wild thunder churned like a vast dragon.

Then abruptly plunged down, running Yi Daohong's body clean through.

Once the wind stilled and the clouds settled and the thunder faded away, Shen Yi released his grip and watched the old man tumble toward the ground, his dark robe shattering, his body gradually breaking into scattered motes of spirit-light that dispersed slowly into the air.

The spiritual qi, thickening in an instant, left every soul present stupefied.

Shen Yi rubbed the dried, charred blood from his fingertips and glanced up at Qinghua. "Not a single one left."

In the next moment, they all watched that dharma form…