Zhao Xiuyuan had already missed his chance once. How could he possibly dodge now? Before the scorpion stinger even touched his dantian, a needle-prick of pain shot through it. A bone-chilling cold nearly froze the immortal essence inside.
Zhao Xiuyuan could barely even use his immortal artifact anymore. His movements were on the verge of locking up.
I'm finished. With death closing in, Zhao Xiuyuan had no time to blame the Lotus Avatar. The petty struggles over interests between him and his fellow disciples in the sect suddenly seemed laughable.
Compared with life and death, nothing else mattered. In the past, he had been far too calculating in many ways. But now that he had finally realized it, it seemed too late.
Just as Zhao Xiuyuan thought he was about to lose his soul beyond the heavens, a faint sword intent appeared at his dantian. He jumped in fright and had no time to look before a sharp clang rang out. The ice scorpion's tail had apparently failed to pierce his dantian; something hard had blocked it.
"Fall back!" A cold voice rang in Zhao Xiuyuan's ears. Though he had no idea exactly what had happened, he understood that someone had saved him—and it was the very person he had been complaining about moments earlier.
Only after retreating more than a dozen zhang did he see the small sword that had appeared ahead of him. At its center, it radiated a tiny sword-shaped shield, which had firmly blocked the ice scorpion's stinger.
Though small, the sword shield had blocked the attack with pinpoint precision.
The ice scorpion demon had been gathering its strength for a long time, preparing to kill a powerful immortal and lay the groundwork for wiping out every cultivator here. Who could have expected that, just as