"Crack, crack, crack!"
The instant fist and sword clashed, the surrounding space rang out with a crisp, shattering sound.
But after they had locked in a brief stalemate in midair, Luo Yi's entire body was sent flying backward, just like the White Crane Ancestor before him.
At the same time, the Azure Robe draped over him—crafted from some unknown material and capable of withstanding attacks from Combining Dao Realm martial artists—was quietly slashed open by the lingering force of the countless sword shadows, leaving a huge gash.
"Pfft!"
Luo Yi flew backward and spat out a long mouthful of blood before finally managing to steady himself.
Daring not to waste a moment, he hurriedly took a jumble of Healing Pills from his Storage Artifact, which he had obtained from who knew where, and stuffed them all into his mouth.
After briefly regulating his breathing and recovering from his injuries, Luo Yi looked toward the now-empty Southwest Nine Provinces.
He paused to consider, then was just about to use the Space Laws to return to the Capital City of the Great Qi Dynasty.
When a second torrent of icy light appeared on the distant horizon.
Leng Ningshuang stood on her flying sword, making her way here at an unhurried pace.
The lion had used a technique akin to spatial displacement earlier. Even she had been unable to catch up.
But, by chance, as long as her Frost Sword Intent locked onto the aura of a human or a Demon Ancestor,
she could track anyone bearing that aura, even if they fled to the ends of the earth. She would never lose them.
Leng Ningshuang quietly watched the unsteady young man ahead of her, her cool eyes utterly impassive.
In the past several thousand years, only a handful of demons and monsters