Yu Ding Zhenren lowered his head to look at his protective immortal light.
The glass-like immortal light barrier was now covered in cracks.
The void was filled with hair-thin sword qi, setting up layer upon layer of mortal danger along the path between him and Di Xin, blocking his advance.
Hiding the technique within sound, transmitting the technique through sound—Di Xin is truly cunning enough. Aside from Guangchengzi and Chi Jingzi, the rest of our fellow disciples are probably being secretly harmed by this sword qi right now.
Yu Ding Zhenren's cultivation among the Twelve Golden Immortals was not weak; leaving aside magic treasure bonuses, his combat prowess could even be said to rank first among all his fellow disciples.
Yu Ding Zhenren let out a low shout and slashed the Immortal Sinking Sword in his hand forward, producing a thousand-foot sword radiance.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The hair-thin sword qi in the void shattered under this sword strike. The path ahead instantly opened wide, and Yu Ding forcefully kicked off the void beneath his feet, turning his entire person into a rainbow stream that appeared before Di Xin.
"Di Xin! Since you hold the position of Human King, then come fight me in a fair and square battle. Stop playing these little tricks."
"Senior Brother! How are you?"
Nezha walked over to Yang Jian and asked with concern.
Yang Jian had previously followed Yu Ding Zhenren, intending to kill Di Xin, and had suffered numerous injuries during the combat.
"No problem! The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art I cultivate recovers from injuries very quickly," Yang Jian said, waving his hand.
He truly did not have many injuries left on his body now, but in his heart, he also felt immensely fortunate that his master, Yu Ding Zhenren, had helped block