Screech—!
A faint tearing sound, so slight it was nearly nonexistent yet enough to make one's soul tense, rang out in the void less than thirty feet from Zhang Shuai!
There, space rippled like water, a tiny wave almost impossible to detect spreading across it. An ancient flying sword, gray and dim, devoid of any gleam as though it could absorb all light, suddenly slipped out of the void without a sound like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows!
The angle of the flying sword's appearance was incredibly tricky, and its timing had been calculated to perfection. It struck precisely at the instant Zhang Shuai's Divine Sense spread outward and his focus slightly scattered!
There was no overwhelming aura on the flying sword, nor any dazzling spiritual radiance. There was only a Dao aura condensed to the extreme, seemingly capable of severing karma, extinguishing life, and breaking all laws.
Zhang Shuai gave a cold laugh.
This was clearly a terrifying assassination-type magic treasure forged specifically for concealment and sneak attacks!
Its abilities to "travel through space" and "conceal its aura and erase its traces" had clearly been made for ambushes!
It was merely an Eight-Tribulation Chaos Supreme Treasure. Before advancing to the True God Realm, he might have been somewhat wary of it. But now, with his current strength, only a Tribulation Supreme Treasure could make him exercise a little caution. All other magic treasures posed no threat to him whatsoever.
He neither dodged nor evaded. In the split second when the sword tip was less than ten feet from his body, he curled the fingers of his right hand and casually flicked toward the void beside him.
Clang—!
A crisp, lingering chime, like golden jade striking together, burst forth!
The gray finger force Zhang Shuai flicked out, condensed