This move, "Shen Tuba's Invincible," drew upon the power of his ancestors and was overwhelmingly strong.
Yang Ji felt a hint of trepidation when faced with this move.
"I must say, you are a monster! But even with your fifteen types of Great Dao, you are just a Seven Tribulations Immortal, not even a True Immortal, and the few strands of True Immortal Law you condensed are no match for mine. I am at the peak of True Immortal, having condensed three thousand True Immortal Laws; you cannot compare to me even if you have weathered the Heavenly Tribulation and condensed a strand or two of Immortal Dao Principles. Without becoming a True Immortal, you will never understand the dreadfulness of a True Immortal." Shen Tuba's voice, infused with part of the Immortal King's will, echoed everywhere, as if he had a complete grasp of Yang Ji's every move.
Whoosh!
A blade qi, like the Milky Way, slashed down.