A white Bone Blade appeared out of nowhere, stabbing to within an inch of Ning Xiaochuan's nose, nearly splitting him in two at once.
The assassin had seized the timing perfectly. Ning Xiaochuan had just emerged from the Immortal Spirit Pool and had virtually no time to react before the Bone Blade was upon him.
Yet a horrifying sight unfolded.
Ning Xiaochuan did not move. He merely opened his mouth and clamped his white teeth directly around the white Bone Blade.
"My Bone Blade was forged from the bones of a Main God. Not even the power of the Immortal Bridge can melt it away, yet you dare bite it with your teeth? You are simply courting death."
As Ning Xiaochuan bit down on the white Bone Blade, a sinister laugh sounded beside his ear.
"Is that so?" Ning Xiaochuan controlled the airflow around him and produced a voice.
Only then did he clearly see his attacker: a middle-aged man with a cold smile on his face.
This middle-aged man wore black robes and had a lean figure, seeming as ghostly as a specter. Beyond that, Ning Xiaochuan could faintly sense several strands of Immortal Spirit Power circulating within him.
Could it be that after fusing with Immortal Spirit Power, one can sense the Immortal Spirit Power others have fused? Ning Xiaochuan was secretly astonished.
Only now did he understand why, whenever anyone had met him before, they had immediately seen through the fact that he had not fused with Immortal Spirit Power.
But now was clearly not the time to ponder such matters. Ning Xiaochuan shifted his teeth and exerted force with his jaws.
Crack!
The Bone Blade caught between his teeth immediately developed an exceedingly obvious crack.
When the black-robed middle-aged man holding the Bone Blade saw this,