Wang Yu did not turn around. Instead, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
With the power of his Third Tier Mid-Stage Divine Sense, coupled with the Ancient Heavenly Soul Sect's Third Tier secret art—Ten Thousand Miles Trace Revealing!
How could he possibly not have discovered Old Man Qiao? He knew Sanmao City's intelligence and number of experts like the lines on his own palm. Since the other party had not appeared, he had to be hiding in the dark, preparing to play dirty.
His Divine Sense had long since locked on to the other party's position.
This sword, no matter how supremely fast it was, was still within the range of his reaction.
As he twisted aside to dodge, Wang Yu's pupils contracted.
This flying sword actually had a talisman pasted to it, one that gave his spiritual perception a piercing ache. In that instant, he understood something: he did not want to kill Luo Chen because he was wary of Black Heaven Talisman Lord's existence.
But the other party had not the slightest concern for Zhuo Shouqing, nor for the protection of the Rebellious Spirit Three Young Masters.
To this disciple of a Nascent Soul, this vassal of the Zhuo family, Wang Yu was not someone who could not be killed.
After a flash of vexation, Wang Yu summoned the Fiend Dragon Armor.
With a sideways kick... he gathered the full strength of his fleshly body—Dragon Tail Swing!
"Awooo!!!"
A Yin Nether Demon Dragon nearly three hundred meters long roared as it Rushed Out, slamming head-on into the side of the sword's body. Its crushing divine strength caused the direction of the Profound Saint Sword to deviate.
But the distance was too close, and Wang Yu still did not completely escape the danger.
Black light flashed past and