That streak of sword light came with fierce momentum.
Seeing that things had turned bad, the White Bone Taoist did not dare take the sword head-on. He unleashed his Natal Divine Ability, turning the purple Dharma robe virtual. It actually froze the flowing river of time around them, forcibly carving a temporary Dojo out of the blue sky. It was like a great slab of purple glass, veined with patterns, as though tens of millions of dragons and serpents wound through it.
In the blink of an eye, the sword light tore through the air. Like an iron awl, it chiseled a crack into that icy glass, and the sword light became tangled in dragon whiskers of every color.
A tremendous sound of cracking ice rang through the sky. Shadows flickered within the purple glass as the sword light swam relentlessly about, smashing through the barrier in search of traces of the Dojo's master.
Hidden in the shadows, the White Bone Taoist relaxed slightly. Fortunately, it had not been beheaded by a single sword. Judging by this Sword Cultivator's style, whenever he asked someone for a sword duel, he never held anything back. The power behind his first sword was usually not much different from his last. That meant there was still a fight to be had.
Suddenly, the sword light's momentum surged. The entire slab of purple glass exploded, and the White Bone Taoist was hurled out of the Dojo, shooting diagonally toward the Sky Curtain. The White Bone Taoist seized the sword light aimed straight at its heart with both hands. For the moment, it could not spare attention to reclaiming that purple robe. It could only exert every ounce of strength to keep the sword light from piercing its Dao body. Sword light and skeletal hands scraped