As Xu Qing stepped forward, he unleashed every bit of his sound authority. Using that, he entered sound. That single step took him 300 meters so quickly it was like a minor teleportation.

Sir Westdevil had incredibly quick reflexes, and shot backward the moment Xu Qing spoke. Unfortunately, it was like Xu Qing had become part of space-time itself, as he instantly appeared right behind Sir Westdevil. There, his dao lineaments glittered, and the power of his authority erupted.

The might of erasure touched on everything, like an invisible hand preparing to wipe away anything it contacted. Combined with the deadly effects of the sound that he gathered, it created unsurpassably terrifying fluctuations that completely swept over Sir Westdevil. This was Xu Qing’s counterattack.

The attack landed, and rumbling sounds filled heaven and earth.

Sir Westdevil’s expression flickered as a tremor passed through him from head to toe. The first thing he sensed was the surrounding sound vanishing from his ears. It was as if it didn’t even exist. It had all been taken away and turned into an explosive weapon in the hands of Xu Qing.