Ever since Yin Ji had stepped onto this sword platform today, this was the first time he had been forced back.
And even Sword Cliff True Lord had failed to accomplish that.
Though it had only been half a step.
Innate Sword Intent.
The light in Yin Ji's pale golden eyes grew brighter, yet it was still of no use.
His right hand looked exceedingly slender against the heavy sword Lü Wangqiu held, and a tear had been ripped into the cuff of his gray-white Daoist robe.
Her sword intent was capable of posing a certain threat to him.
Clearly aware of this, Yin Ji turned aside to evade. Yet in the very instant he dodged, Lü Wangqiu's second sword came slashing down.
Yin Ji's expression grew several degrees graver.
He knew full well just how vast the gap between them was.
Or rather, how vast it ought to have been.
Before a Void Return Realm True Lord, an Ascension Realm cultivator should have possessed no ability whatsoever to fight back.
Especially since Yin Ji's strength far surpassed that of ordinary Void Return Realm cultivators.
Yet there was Innate Sword Intent.
The purest sword intent in the world, capable of transcending cultivation and Karma.
But with the gap of an entire major realm between them, it was no more than a single trick, nothing worth worrying about—
That was how it should have been.
But reality did not unfold that way.
The threat Lü Wangqiu's Innate Sword Intent posed to Yin Ji made it difficult for him to display the speed a Void Return Realm True Lord ought to have been able to wield.
Thus, Yin Ji, who had only just escaped, was once more caught within the seal of Lü Wangqiu's next stroke of Innate Sword Intent.
A Sword