Ye Qinghuang's strike had directly shattered Yun Guang's forbidden art.
With his forbidden art broken, Yun Guang suffered the backlash. His aura immediately withered, and he vomited blood without end.
The way he looked at Ye Qinghuang was filled with shock and horror.
"How could your sword strike possibly..."
"The Great Dao is utmost simplicity. Nothing is impossible. You took the wrong path from the very beginning, so naturally, you cannot comprehend the mystery within."
Ye Qinghuang interrupted Yun Guang calmly, then swung her sword at him once more.
Yun Guang's expression changed drastically. From this strike, he actually sensed a trace of deathly peril.
Ye Qinghuang's swordsmanship had already come close to the Dao itself.
He retreated with all his strength, trying to evade the strike, yet he still failed to escape its edge.
As that sharp edge swept past him, a long-forgotten pain left Yun Guang dazed for a moment.
When he came back to his senses, his face changed in alarm. This sword strike had actually sliced away a portion of his divine soul!
He was a Perfected One. His divine soul had long since become indestructible and immortal, yet Ye Qinghuang could actually injure it!
"Do you know why I did not send you into reincarnation?"
Ye Qinghuang gave Yun Guang a deep look, then parted her thin lips and said each word with deliberate emphasis.
"Because you deserve to die!
A person punished by Heaven like you bears sins too grievous to count. You have long rotted to the marrow of your bones and have no right to enter reincarnation again!"
"Impudence!"
Yun Guang's expression was ugly. Beneath his raging fury, the way he looked at Ye Qinghuang held deep wariness and fear.
"I am a Perfected One. I once rendered the merit of creating