"What kind of treasure is that? How can it hold my Bronze Immortal Sword fast?!"
The man watched Chen Changming bring out a small black mountain and pin his Bronze Immortal Sword firmly in place. His expression changed at once.
The composure and arrogance on his face vanished in an instant. His pupils contracted sharply, and the smile at his lips looked as though someone had wiped it away by force.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that a Flying Sword attack launched with his Third Layer of the Fusion Realm cultivation would be so easily stopped by a Black Mountain Spirit Treasure his opponent had brought out with a casual gesture.
For a sword cultivator, having his bonded Flying Sword restrained meant losing his most vital means of attack. It was no different from a tiger losing its fangs or an eagle having its wings broken; more than half his strength was gone.
His chest tightened, as though something were lodged in his throat, too stubborn to spit out or swallow.
Dong Xueqi watched helplessly as the black mountain Chen Changming had brought out held her teacher's Flying Sword fast. Panic rose in her heart, and her confident smile froze completely.
Her slightly raised chin drew back without her noticing. Her lips trembled, and a flash of disbelieving fear crossed her eyes.
This is bad. What kind of treasure can block my teacher's attack? It seems I still underestimated Chen Shan...
Dong Xueqi grew increasingly uneasy, her fingers clutching her sleeves.
She had thought that, with the strength of the mysterious senior inside the Bronze Ancient Sword, killing Chen Changming would be as easy as reaching out and grabbing him. But the sight before her filled her with foreboding.
"Is that... Primal Magnetism Ren Mountain?"
Staring hard