Magic Sword Unsheathed, One Sword Slays Daoyan!

"Dead?"

Qin Wang looked rather surprised at the blood mist filling the sky ahead, uncertainty still lingering in his eyes.

Among the cultivators he had fought in the past, most had been exceedingly troublesome. Because of that, whenever Qin Wang fought someone, he had always prepared for every possibility.

Like how he had first used the Soul Gathering Tower to confuse Monk Daoyan earlier—this was merely one of Qin Wang's many methods. His true killing move was far more than just the Guardian Dao Soldier. Several formation flags had long been refined within the Soul Gathering Tower, allowing him to temporarily borrow its power to set up a trapping formation. As long as the opponent could do nothing to the Soul Gathering Tower, they would inevitably be unable to break the formation.

Yet Monk Daoyan had been directly smashed apart by his Guardian Dao Soldier. That had truly exceeded Qin Wang's expectations.

But the problem was that although blood mist drifted before him, the most important thing—the soul—was nowhere to be seen. Could Monk Daoyan's soul have been crushed as well?

"Something's wrong. Since Monk Daoyan is proficient in the Minor Destiny Divine Ability, it's impossible for him not to have seen this. He isn't a fool, so why would he come here to die?" A gleam flashed through Qin Wang's eyes, as though he had suddenly realized something. He struck backward with his palm, colliding heavily with the figure attacking from behind.

"Bang!"

The terrifying collision rang out like heavenly thunder. At the center of their clash, a ripple dozens of zhang wide formed and rapidly swept in every direction, shaking countless small worlds hidden within space out into view.

After that strike, the person behind him revealed his appearance. It was none other than Monk Daoyan, who should