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I looked toward Zhou Qiping. The moon wheel on her forehead had indeed vanished. It seemed Zuzi Yi had taken it back.
By then, although Zuzi Yi's upper and lower bodies had been severed by a sword, she had not fallen from the sky. Her wounds remained connected by strands of delicate immortal qi. As the power of six divine lattices filled the divine lattice disk, even mightier power erupted from it.
The forced healing of her wounds restored her directly to her original form. This was in no way inferior to the old Immortal's ability to recover from his injuries back then!
"Th-this... how is this possible..." Zuo Lian's face went pale, and she covered her mouth in shock.
Yun Bingxin and Zhao Qian were both dumbstruck, unable to say a word. As for Zhou Qiping, Xia Ruize, and Long Xuantian, they were all more or less despairing at that moment!
Yet just then, golden radiance suddenly blossomed above our heads. We all looked over in unison and saw that Li Poxiao had completed his sword art. His long sword was raised high, and his gaze was as sharp as lightning!
"Imperial Deity Returns to Fate, Hundred Victories of Wind and Thunder; Starry Dipper Restores the Dipper, Sword Slays the Pure Hall; Flowing Fire Across Ten Thousand Li, Scarlet Ghost Without Form; Flashing Lightning and Rosy Radiance Illuminate the Three Purities! Universe Dao! Formless Sword Slaying!" After Li Poxiao finished chanting, the sword in his hand suddenly lengthened by three chi. A layer of energy, like an immortal-qi Daoist robe, cloaked his body, and fierce golden immortal qi streamed from it in every direction, making him seem like an ancient god descending upon the world.
"That is Formless Sword Slaying!" I cried out. This was the move Li