Overwhelming Force

Clang!

The ancient sword barred the way, blocking the soul-hooking iron chain.

The spirit sword, sated on fresh blood, burst forth with dazzling radiance.

Clang!

The dragon roar of sword striking chain transformed into sword qi.

It poured forth like a raging waterfall.

Xiong Ran had thought that casually revealing his spiritual pressure and mana would be enough to cut this man down. Yet when that sword qi, vast as a river, touched the pale gray mist before him, it was as though it had struck an impregnable wall of bronze and iron.

It was as if what stood before him was not mist, but an indestructible mountain.

"How is this possible?!"

This was clearly no time for surprise.

The hooked sickle formed from black-red threads had already revealed its sharp, cold gleam.

If he was even slightly careless, that thing would split open his skull.

The cold hook tore through the river-like sword qi and advanced alongside the surging mist.

With every step it took forward, that towering figure drew closer.

He did not form hand seals or cast any spell, merely strode forward in great steps.

Forward.

While Xiong Ran could only retreat.

Again and again!

A fiercer look appeared on Xiong Ran's face.

He was a genius of the Xiong clan of the Grand Artifact Sect, a dignified Great True Person. How could he possibly be suppressed by some nameless wandering cultivator, let alone forced into such a state?

Thus, he parried with one hand and formed seals with the other, the mana in his dantian surging forth to become rings of fire.

They exploded with a roar.

"Fire Art, Arise."

Whoosh.

At last, the Great True Person steadied himself.

With a thud, he cast his sword onto the stone chamber wall.

The ancient sword, blue as