East of Flowing Wave Mountain.
A secluded mountain ravine.
"Slash!"
The Seven Stars Sword's radiance surged.
A gigantic silver sword beam, carrying the might to split mountains and shatter rocks, cleaved straight toward Ghost King's face.
The strike was breathtaking.
Even Azure Dragon, standing behind Ghost King, showed a trace of admiration in his eyes.
As expected of Daoxuan's disciple.
However.
Ghost King merely raised one hand.
Casually.
As if shooing away an annoying fly.
No magic treasure. No incantation.
He could barely even sense any fluctuation of spiritual power.
That slender, fair hand simply pushed forward.
Boom!
The air seemed to collapse in an instant.
When the astonishing silver sword beam reached three feet before Ghost King's palm, it was as if it had slammed into an invisible wall of sighs.
It shattered in an instant.
It turned into a sky full of starlight and faded away.
Immediately after.
A terrifying force, powerful enough to suffocate anyone, surged back along the Seven Stars Sword.
"Pfft!"
Xiao Yicai's face turned deathly pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
His entire body flew backward like a broken kite, sailing dozens of yards before crashing heavily into a pile of rubble.
The Seven Stars Sword flew from his hand and embedded itself in a nearby rock, trembling with a mournful hum.
One strike.
Just one strike.
A peerless genius at the ninth layer of the Yuqing Realm, wielding a Nine Heavens Divine Weapon, had been utterly defeated.
This was the strength of a top-tier powerhouse.
The chasm between realms could not be bridged by magic treasures and talent alone.
Ghost King withdrew his hand. Not even his sleeve was disordered.
He looked at Xiao Yicai lying motionless on the ground and shook his head.
"Daoxuan's skill at teaching disciples is