Ye Tian let out a muffled groan. Where the sword tip struck his back, rich golden light burst in all directions. He was sent flying backward a thousand zhang before finally stopping in midair.
In the plaza, Li Qianni hurriedly rushed over and caught Li Mengzhi. Yet the immense force of Ye Tian's palm passed through Li Mengzhi into Li Qianni, sending Li Qianni flying back as well.
The spiritual energy around them transformed into countless milky-white ribbons that flew out through the air, their other ends winding tightly around Li Qianni. Only after tremendous effort did they finally bring the two women to a stop.
Li Qianni breathed rapidly, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth. Her already fair and lovely cheeks had gained a sickly pallor.
She hurriedly took out countless precious pills and fed them into Li Mengzhi's mouth, then clumsily helped her refine and absorb their medicinal power.
From the plaza and the distant surroundings, everyone saw the enormous phantom Dao Sword in the sky sweeping across the heavens amid countless dark clouds. Ye Tian's seemingly tiny figure emerged from that black cloud mass, carrying dazzling golden radiance.
Though Ye Tian looked somewhat disheveled as he flew out, his expression turned solemn once he steadied himself.
Looking at the distant phantom Dao Sword and black clouds, Ye Tian pressed his hands together and formed a hand seal.
At once, even denser streaks of golden light spread out, churning the black cloud mass behind him into complete chaos as they whirled and radiated. Beneath the golden light, the dark clouds scattered and retreated, revealing the pure white sky, as if a bottle of ink had been spilled across white paper.
Seeing this, everyone present was astonished. Ye Tian had withstood a sword strike from the Nine