Spiritual Sense Master! Mental Collision!

In an instant, all thirty-six of Chu Qing's flying knives lost their luster and scattered across the ground, utterly spent.

Yet Chu Qing showed not the slightest hint of panic. The corners of his mouth even lifted slightly.

He knew that the moment Li Bufan drew close was his chance to defeat him.

At some unknown point, another thirty-six flying knives had appeared behind Li Bufan.

The flying knives shot at Li Bufan in perfect unison, attacking from behind with incredible speed and treacherous angles.

Li Bufan did not even turn his head, as though he had long known the flying knives were behind him.

He merely swept his black-gold saber backward and shouted, "Pacify the Nine Provinces, suppress!"

The saber's force transformed into a great mountain, vast and weighty, directly suppressing the thirty-six flying knives behind him.

The mountain came crashing down, pinning the flying knives to the ground and leaving them unable to move.

Chu Qing's brow furrowed slightly, but soon relaxed again.

He had not expected Li Bufan's reaction to be so swift. Even the attack he had planted beforehand had been so easily resolved.

With a sweep of his sleeve, Chu Qing recalled all the flying knives into it. Cupping his fists, he said, "Li Brother, your strength is astonishing. I can only admit that I am inferior. I have lost this round."

Li Bufan shook his head. "Could it be that Brother Chu looks down on me? You did not fight with your full strength before voluntarily admitting defeat. Bufan does not dare accept such a victory."

Chu Qing paused, slightly stunned. "What do you mean, Li Brother?"

Li Bufan said, "Others may not be able to see it, but Brother Chu's method of sending messages, as well as the way you concealed those flying