Facing the Dividing Spirit

The surging, turbulent spiritual energy was equivalent to a cultivator secretly gathering strength. Ru Tianqi had not cared about that at first. After all, even a rabbit would bite when driven desperate; it was only natural for this Golden Core cultivator to make one last gamble in a hopeless situation.

But then, he instinctively sensed something off.

—This doesn't feel like the sign of a cultivator making a move...

Very soon, his Dividing the Spirit cultivation allowed him to detect exactly what was wrong.

The amount of spiritual energy in this quiet room was actually slowly increasing.

This... this defied the heavenly order. Why was it increasing?

An immense sense of danger rose from the depths of his heart. He did not know what was happening, but he was certain that the source of the danger was behind him.

Ru Tianqi slowly turned around, only to see that the youth whose bones should have all been shattered had somehow risen to his feet against the wall, white flames winding around his entire body.

Wang Qi opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of clotted blood. After spitting several more times to clear the bloody froth from his mouth, he gave Ru Tianqi a cold smile. "Old bastard, that hit really hurt..."

With a ringing clang, the longsword gave a low cry. Before Third Elder Ru Tianqi's mind had even sorted things out, his sword-wielding right hand had already moved. A streak of Sword Light leisurely leaped from its sheath, hopping through the air like a living thing before accelerating toward Wang Qi in a slash.

Then the surrounding space changed. For an instant, Ru Tianqi did not understand what had happened at all. Distances within space twisted, directions shifted, and his certain killing strike, along with all its subsequent