I was astonished. What kind of sword technique could have wounded Shao Zi and Xiang Ling to varying degrees—even Jiu Fang Su, the one in charge of the White Cloud Sword Sect, was covered in injuries!
All around the three disciples, sword radiance shielded them as it darted through the entire sky. Yet the old man wielding the sword seemed to be made of phantom energy and was completely unaffected. He even struck repeatedly like a ghost, forcing Shao Zi, Xiang Ling, and Jiu Fang Su back again and again. The intricacy of his sword technique was far beyond my expectations.
Clang, clang, clang!
I saw that aside from striking the sword itself, the endless sword radiance and energy-based spells had no way to injure the old man in the slightest. This was indeed beyond Shao Zi and the others' expectations. To me, however, someone who hid their true body inside a sword and wielded it in a phantom state was nothing new. Over my long career, I had encountered enemies like that before.
The endless sword radiance and energy spells could not break through the sword's defenses. That meant the opponent was an invincible existence. But how was one supposed to deal with an invincible phantom under normal circumstances?
No wonder that even though Shao Zi possessed countless methods, she still found it difficult to crack the opponent's shameless technique for the time being. Moreover, the opponent's strength was tremendous. Techniques like the Origin Return Method and Spirit Absorption Method could not affect this sword at all, leaving the several disciples feeling as though they were trying to catch a slippery fish.
The sword was his meridians, and his body was the sword—turning himself into the sword's true body. An immortal cultivator like this was indeed rare.
"Senior Sister!