Xu Yi took out a jade bottle filled with the purest Spiritual Liquid and swallowed more than half of it in one gulp. His blood surged, his meridians stretched taut, and he drove his defensive divine ability to its utmost.
Before he could speak, a streak of light pierced through his chest. It was like a beam of light forged from flames, seemingly burning his flesh along with it.
The streak pierced his body, and Xu Yi felt the strength draining rapidly from his limbs. His consciousness began to blur. Suddenly, a wave of agony struck, and he snapped awake.
In an instant, he reacted, gripping the beam of light with both hands and wrenching it free. He actually pulled the sword of light out.
The flesh on both his palms was charred black. With a forceful swing, he sent the sword of light plunging straight into the ground, where it vanished.
Liu Ziyi narrowed his eyes and stared blankly at Xu Yi. One of Su Beihun's words kept echoing in his mind: "That scoundrel has demonic arts and wicked sorcery. He's no ordinary man."
He believed it.
Once unleashed, his Blazing Sun Sword was guided by his will, like a living thing. It would never lose control.
Earlier, he had used a single sword to hem in everyone, then controlled it to hem them in again after killing someone. He had handled it with effortless ease.
Yet after his sword pierced Xu Yi, he lost all sensation of it, and Xu Yi had forcibly pulled it out of his body.
How could anything be so unbelievable?
To be struck by the Blazing Sun Sword and survive, then pull it out—this was a bizarre sight Liu Ziyi had never seen before.
If this wasn't demonic arts or wicked sorcery, then