Before the sword light even arrived, Demon Emperor Tiebi had already felt an unprecedentedly powerful pressure bearing down on him.
Since breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm, Demon Emperor Tiebi had fought no fewer than a hundred Nascent Soul experts over several thousand years.
Yet this was the first time he had encountered someone whose casual strike alone brought him such immense pressure, and he could not help crying out.
As he retreated, Demon Emperor Tiebi rapidly cast a spell and raised the Natal Tortoise Shell on his back, transforming it into a gray barrier before him.
Cloud-Parting Demon Emperor, whose brows had likewise furrowed, desperately activated her Purple Fire divine ability and charged toward the golden light ahead.
Boom!
Two successive explosions rang out from the center of the battlefield. Demon Emperor Tiebi and Cloud-Parting Demon Emperor were both forced back dozens of zhang by Song Qingming's single sword strike.
Though both had successfully blocked the attack, their eyes were now filled with shock and disbelief as they looked again at Song Qingming.
They had fought Song Qingming for quite some time just now. Though his divine abilities were not weak, the gap in strength between them had not been that great.
But now, merely by activating the Puppet Formation and the golden flying sword in his hand, the man before them had clearly surpassed both of them in strength. How could they not be astonished?
"Fellow Daoist Tiebi, the flying sword in Song Qingming's hand is likely no ordinary magic treasure. Please help hold him off for a while. I will find a way to cast a spell and kill this brat! If we cannot kill Song Qingming today, I fear neither of us will be able to leave safely."
"At this point, neither of us has