Yet this sword was pointed at Li Xiuzhi, making my brow sink. This brat really meant it when he said he would kill Li Xiuzhi—he was actually going to do it, with no sign of taking back his words. That showed just how utterly confident he was. In fact, one could even say that there had never been anyone he couldn't kill.
Buzz-chik!
A flash of sword light flared. Within the vast, magnificent immortal realm, only Di Yanxin's side was wreathed in endless red light. No matter how desperately Shangguan Qiong attacked, he couldn't hit his opponent at all. Shangguan Qiong's face went pale as he whipped his horsetail whisk with all his might.
Buzz-chik! Tuda Meikang!
The sword rang out again. Within the white light, the corners of Di Yanxin's mouth lifted into a faint smile, and then he suddenly vanished. Shangguan Qiong hadn't been able to land a single attack on him!
Li Xiuzhi gritted her teeth as sword rays swept around her body, moving as fast as a spinning top. To say she wasn't shocked would have been a joke. Who could withstand such a terrifying technique? Even a Nine-Yang Realm expert had failed to block it, making everyone's heart tremble.
All the disciples' eyes froze. They prepared to defend together. The weakest among these sect disciples were in the Six Harmonies Realm, while quite a few were in the Seven Stars Realm. Yet when the red light arrived, they all stopped in their tracks, because the opponent was simply too fast. His speed was clearly beyond anything they could match!
Li Xiuzhi shouted as the sword ray shot toward her opponent. But strangely, the black gleam and red light merely brushed past each other in an instant. No—more accurately, they passed straight through one another, as