Li Ming's pupils suddenly contracted, and a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head.
His furious strike had actually been blocked so effortlessly!
Jiang Tian was even stronger than Old Ghost Tang had described—and not by just a little!
Tang Si had said that this man could already fight him to a standstill while merely at the late Purple Mansion stage. Now that he had broken through, he had become this terrifyingly strong!
"Only one of us can live?" Jiang Tian's voice drifted leisurely from the still-unsettled energy storm. "Naturally, I will be the one who lives."
Before his words had faded, several rifts suddenly tore open within the energy storm.
Several streams of black-and-white sword light pierced through the storm and hurtled at Li Ming and Tang Si with the speed of a thunderclap, too swift to cover one's ears!
Before the sword light even arrived, its peerless sharp Sword Intent already made the skin on their faces sting faintly.
"Old Ghost Tang, this..."
Li Ming instinctively turned his head, intending to call Tang Si into defending together.
Yet in that instant, a strange ripple silently spread out, enveloping both him and Tang Si.
The thoughts of the two False Core cultivators seemed to have been seized by the throat by an invisible hand.
What am I doing?
What am I going to do?
In an instant, their minds went utterly blank.
The magical power they had circulated halfway through froze, the hand seals they had formed halfway stiffened, and even their bodies' instinctive reactions were forcibly interrupted in that moment.
Their figures halted in midair at the same time. They had not been immobilized; they had simply forgotten what they were supposed to do next. They hovered there blankly, like