Chimu Tie had set his heart on taking the primordial spirit crystal away. Faced with Su Xin blocking his path, not only did he refuse to hand over what he held, he instead leaped up and shot deeper into the desert.
But before he had taken more than a few steps, Su Xin caught up. Boundless sword qi erupted, and a near-unbroken torrent of powerful attacks instantly drowned Chimu Tie within it.
Chimu Tie had never imagined that the one who had leaped out to meddle would be Su Xin. Hadn't Su Xin exhausted all his internal strength while fighting Ye Jianan? How could he still possess such formidable power?
Chimu Tie had no time to dwell on it. His body swam back and forth through the sword qi like a fish. Most bizarrely, his entire figure seemed to have turned incorporeal. Su Xin could clearly see his sword qi striking the man, yet Chimu Tie remained alive and kicking.
Su Xin secretly shook his head. Though the martial arts inheritances of the Western Regions could not compare to those of the Central Plains, they still had merits of their own. At the very least, Su Xin had never heard of such a miraculous movement technique.
Still, Chimu Tie should never have let greed stir in his heart, much less fallen into Su Xin's hands. He could only blame his own bad luck.
Just as Chimu Tie thought he could escape, a blood-red sword radiance descended before him. An endless sea of blood enveloped him. As he was about to break free, Su Xin formed seals with both hands. In an instant, golden light blazed from his primordial spirit, and a small golden sword crashed forth, stabbing directly into Chimu Tie's mind and drawing a shrill scream from him.
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