"Just as expected of Senior Brother Liu! The power of that strike is already nearing the peak of the Treasure Refining Realm. Looks like that kid's dead for sure. He's got no more than one strike left in him," a mid-stage Treasure Refining Realm disciple of the Guiyuan Sect praised.
The others nodded as well. They had felt the terrifying power of Liu Long's strike too. He'd harnessed the power of heaven and earth to condense a blade aura, then combined it with the might of the Mid-grade Spirit Artifact, the Dragon Scale Blade. It was practically unstoppable.
Not to mention, that kid had been struck by lightning and was already half-dead. Now Liu Long had caught him by surprise. Attacked from both sides, how could he possibly survive?
"Get lost!"
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes. As he watched the Guiyuan Sect disciple's blade sweep toward him through the air, he suddenly moved. He spread his five fingers and pressed his hand inward. Countless currents of air in the surrounding space seemed to be pulled down like curtains toward his palm.
What?!
The Guiyuan Sect disciples were all stunned. They saw the air condense into a solid mass, with currents from dozens of miles around collapsing toward that kid's palm, forming a huge vortex.
The currents converged and compressed at a frantic pace, their density rising to an extreme. They became a barrier of air, as hard as steel—as if it were a Steel Wall. Even Mica Steel was no harder.
Clang!
The Dragon Scale Blade came down through the air and struck the barrier hard. It rang like colliding blades, sending dazzling sparks flying.
"Impossible!"
Liu Long was shocked. He'd been certain of victory with that strike. Even if he couldn't kill the kid, he'd thought he could at