"Unable to move, only able to... let myself be slaughtered? Is this the power of Sword Twenty-Three?"
As the Sword Saint's sword fingers thrust toward him, countless thoughts flashed through Jiang Dali's mind in an instant.
In the instant those thoughts passed.
The next moment!
He felt a sudden, intense pain shoot through his shoulder.
A damage value instantly soared above his head, followed by his Qi and Blood continuously dropping. Even the mighty Divine Demon Adamantine Body was utterly incapable of resisting Sword Twenty-Three's power, its defenses breached at once.
"Sword—"
The Sword Saint's voice was as sharp and piercing as a blade. His resolute yet aged face had appeared directly before Jiang Dali's wide tiger eyes, every strand of beard and hair clearly visible.
His head of gray-white hair danced in the wind as waves of illusory, bewitching radiance drifted from his body. His two fingers, joined like a sword, had forcefully pierced into Jiang Dali's powerful body, which rivaled a second-grade divine weapon.
As his figure and face drew closer, the sword fingers pierced deeper and deeper, the pain growing ever more intense.
"Two—"
Another low shout rang out. The sword fingers tore through muscles twisted together like steel cables, stabbing into his mind and even his primordial spirit.
"Urgh!!!"
Jiang Dali's tiger eyes widened. With his usual calmness, even he was shocked and intimidated by this incomparably bizarre sword strike, desperately trying to unleash the strength within his body and primordial spirit.
Yet all his strength was like a stagnant pool.
Whether it was the power of his flesh, the inner force in his dantian, the power of Maha Wuliang, or the Divine Tail Power sealed within his tailbone, none of it could be mobilized. Everything had been bizarrely sealed away.
At this moment!
Though he