Ye Tian saw the Sword Qi hurtling toward him, yet calmly formed seals with both hands before him. Spiritual energy instantly gathered in front of him, forming a barrier that forcibly blocked the incoming sword.
As the Sword Qi swept across the barrier before Ye Tian, the seemingly ethereal shield did not ripple in the slightest. Instead, numerous cracks appeared across the other man's blade.
The cultivator stared at the blade covered in cracks, and the hesitation in his eyes became even more apparent. Had he not withdrawn his hand in time just now, the entire sword would likely have shattered into powder, and he himself would have been injured by the fragments.
Seeing the sword cultivator before him at a complete loss, Ye Tian sighed inwardly. Even if this man possessed extraordinary talent, Ye Tian would never spare his life today.
The man seemed to sense the killing intent Ye Tian had revealed. His heart hardened at once, and his grip on the sword suddenly changed. An unusual sound rang out around him, and flames burst forth from both him and his blade.
Ye Tian inwardly marveled at the sight. This man was using a method that damaged his own cultivation, merging his fate and spiritual power with the sword in his hand as one. Though it could unleash tremendous power, after using this method, he would likely be no different from a mortal.
If he was even slightly careless, he might even exhaust his lifespan.
Compared to his previous attack, this offensive was dozens, perhaps even a hundred times stronger. Wherever the sword light passed, the surrounding space began to distort.
Ye Tian did not dare be careless. He circulated his spiritual power to its limits to block the Sword Qi. Even so, the shield formed from spiritual