[Second update of a small burst; more to come]
When that black-clad man charged out, the two Dividing the Spirit cultivators paid him no heed at all. They continued driving their sword formulas, with no intention of sparing a thought for that mysterious man in black.
They could both sense that this fellow was merely at Core Formation. Perhaps he had lost his mind; perhaps he had ulterior motives. But for a Golden Core cultivator to barge into a battle between Dividing the Spirit cultivators was nothing but courting death.
Yet, for some reason, the two Dividing the Spirit cultivators suddenly felt an unparalleled fist intent envelop them. This fist intent seemed to have come from beyond the heavens, descending upon them for no reason at all. Terror seized their hearts, and they had no idea which master was attacking them. Their sword techniques abruptly turned upward, blasting fierce Sword Qi at the vault overhead.
And that move left their fronts wide open.
The two Sword Cultivators stood only about ten feet apart. The black-clad man extended both hands, blue light forming at each fingertip before striking the two Dividing the Spirit cultivators. Their bodies jolted in unison. They felt the spiritual power within them slip beyond their control as countless streams of Sword Qi shot from their hands, grinding the collapsing ceiling and falling boulders into powder. The wind of their swords then forcibly swept that dust aside. Immediately afterward, the two Dividing the Spirit cultivators collapsed limply to the ground, their spiritual power utterly exhausted.
To the other cultivators, this scene was incomparably bizarre. In their eyes, the two Dividing the Spirit cultivators had inexplicably attacked the ceiling, inexplicably drained all their spiritual power, and then been lightly pushed over by that cultivator.
"What... what was that?"
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