Crack—the secret realm spread.
How was that possible?!
The attacker's pupils contracted, his mind shaken for an instant.
In that instant, Shen Xingye stepped on empty air, borrowing force three times in midair. The air seemed to become solid ground, power traveling from his heels through his waist and abdomen, back, shoulders, arms, all the way to his wrists and fingertips.
The lines of Shen Xingye's body seemed to blur. With Spirit, Energy, and Mind pushed to their limit, a startlingly cold light shone in his pupils. His momentum piled to its peak, swelling and swelling again, until it finally erupted completely at this moment.
Draw the sword!
A flash, then gone.
Buzz!
The strange arc of the sword cut through the void, seeming to leave a wound in the air that would not heal for a long time.
Smack!
Wild hair flew everywhere as the attacker's hood was split open by the sword, countless strands drifting and dancing chaotically.
Crack!
The Psychic Power protective layer covering the attacker's head and face was blown apart in its entirety, shattering into countless fragments with crackling snaps. For a short time, it could no longer filter outside information.
Shen Xingye stepped on the void and flickered into existence ten meters behind the attacker, his aura rapidly declining.
That sword strike had exhausted all his strength. He had to rest for a while.
Yet he was overjoyed, chanting poetry: "A point of cold light shines across the four corners; drawing my sword, I cleave flowing radiance through heaven's rift. Delightful, delightful!"
Blood dripped from the tip of his sword.
The attacker touched his forehead. A corner of his mask had already broken away. He suddenly turned around, his pupils tightening as shock and fury churned in his eyes, as though he were brewing