"What is this aura!" the horned man gasped in shock; his confident smirk replaced by a look of genuine fear.
"How... how can he have such a thing in this world!" He stumbled backward, step by agonizing step, as Ye Yang emerged from the shattered spatial rift.
The small world, annihilated by the sheer force of his Extreme Yang Arts, was gone, leaving behind only swirling motes of destructive energy. Anything that dared to come close to Ye Yang began to crumble, disintegrating into nothingness.
"You... You, who are you? How do you..." the horned man stammered, his voice losing its arrogant edge. But Ye Yang didn't let him finish.
With a swift, almost imperceptible movement of his hand, a spatial blade materialized and sliced through the air, striking the horned man directly.
He fell, seemingly dead, but then, with a grotesque wet tearing sound, his body reformed. He let out a booming laugh, though there was a hint of strain in it now.
