Inside the Altar

The broadsword that originally occupied the world seemed to become tiny in an instant. Instead, when Xiao's hand slammed down, the sword beam immediately disintegrated in a rapid collapse.

The broadsword in An Tianzuo's hand hummed as though it would snap at any moment.

Under the immense pressure, every step Xiao took made An Tianzuo take a step back. The broadsword's blade began to bend under the pressure.

"In front of the imperial authority, the law is just a toy. Your nomological sword can't defeat imperial authority, so you can't win against me either." Xiao constantly oppressed An Tianzuo while verbally disturbing his will.

An Tianzuo didn't say a word as he drilled his feet into the rocks like nails. He didn't retreat any further as the broadsword in his hand forcefully resisted the power of Xiao's imperial authority. It bent further and further under the pressure. The broadsword seemed to turn into bamboo as it bent to a ninety-degree angle.