"Hmph."
Heavenly Sword's expression did not change, and he barely even blinked.
His wrist flicked, and he slashed out with his sword!
It made no sound, yet was unbelievably fast.
A Heaven-Piercing and Earth-Splitting sword energy shot across the sky. With a sharp ripping sound, the enormous net was torn to shreds like thin paper! Its momentum undiminished, the sword energy tore through the air and shot straight toward Fu Ying's throat!
Fu Ying's pupils shrank violently. In his haste, he summoned his Natal Spirit Treasure!
The treasure hovered above his head, its radiance cascading down and transforming into layer upon layer of misty barriers. When that fierce sword energy struck the curtain of light, it stirred up rings of ripples, yet failed to advance even an inch!
But his heart had already been shaken to its core. With a single move, he had been forced to use his Natal Spirit Treasure for defense, without even a chance to strike back!
Cold sweat silently slid down his temple.
He stared fixedly at Heavenly Sword, his breathing stifled as the spiritual power within him circulated madly, ready to detonate a secret technique at any moment. The treasure above his head shone brilliantly, forming an impenetrable shield that completely enveloped him from head to toe.
Heavenly Sword, meanwhile, still stood with his hands behind his back, as if taking a leisurely stroll.
He spoke lightly, his tone as sharp as a blade. "Fu Ying, oh Fu Ying. It's only been ten thousand years, and this is all you're capable of now? Tsk, what a disappointment."
The mockery in his voice was completely undisguised.
Fu Ying's face turned livid, murderous intent surging in his eyes, but his heart was already roiling like a storm. He had cultivated diligently for ten thousand years and