Little tricks.
Ying Yue said calmly, slicing through the air with his right hand, transforming into a surge of sinister Sword Qi, instantly slashing towards the first golden beam of light. With a resounding crack, the fist formed by the golden beam was directly split in half.
Immediately following, Ying Yue slashed repeatedly, and amidst the reverberating crashes, over a dozen golden beams were successively split in half, then transformed into a myriad of golden lights, dissipating into nothingness.
"Kid, you've got some skills!"
The Golden Behemoth King sneered from an endless distance, his voice exuding a metallic texture tinged with a hint of surprise, seemingly disbelieving. Yet again, this kid had defeated his attack, and more effortlessly than before, leaving him undeniably astonished.
"Strange, why is this kid's strength increasing so rapidly, becoming stronger with each encounter? I've clearly already increased the power of my attacks!"
