Qu Zixian merged his twin swords into one, unleashing formidable high-level rule force that made Chen Lin feel he could not stop it and would surely die beneath the blade.
He dared not rely entirely on the Armor of Hope anymore.
He immediately ordered Tiezhu to act.
A streak of fire shot from his wrist and collided with the flying sword.
The flying sword instantly sank as though into a mire, struggling endlessly within the blaze. Though it retained its spiritual responsiveness, it could not break free of the flames.
"Impossible!"
Qu Zixian seemed to have witnessed something inconceivable. His eyes widened, and he actually froze for an instant.
Chen Lin's gaze sharpened.
Seizing the opening, he thrust his spear.
The Mystic Gold Spear punched a black hole through space. The entire mountain crumbled to dust beneath its overwhelming force-based rules. Amid the dust filling the sky, a single streak of golden light reached out from the black hole and struck toward Qu Zixian's head.
"You think you can kill me?"
"Seal!"
Qu Zixian roared and crossed his hands before his face. They bizarrely transformed into two swords, spinning as swiftly as wind blades to form a sword qi vortex.
The vortex had no devouring force. Instead, it ground away the Mystic Gold Spear's power like a meat grinder.
Their rule forces canceled each other out. The spear gradually slowed, stopping just before it touched the point between Qu Zixian's brows, unable to advance another inch.
Chen Lin's heart tightened.
The strength his opponent displayed had at least reached Eternal Grade. Against a high-dimensional Eternal Grade expert who could pierce the Armor of Hope's defenses, he feared he was no match.
"Aah!"
Just then, Qu Zixian suddenly screamed. His body swelled like a balloon being inflated, and his aura fluctuated