Ethereal Strike
Clang!
An incomparably bright sword light suddenly flared, followed by a blaze of multicolored magnetic radiance, like ribbons of illusionary hues.
Whoosh! Lightning shot through the air, and only then did the two of them see that deep within the incoming sword light was a flying sword.
It was an ancient, unadorned flying sword, soaring through the air in assault, crystalline and dazzling, its chill biting to the bone. This sword was the sect-suppressing flying sword forged by Daoist Taiyu. Wrapped around it was a stream of Taiyu Celestial Cosmic Magnetism Baleful Divine Light, strange magnetic rays and rosy clouds coiling around it as it twisted through the air to slaughter them.
Rather than menace lurking on every side, this scene was better described as a riot of wondrous colors, gorgeous in countless forms.
In that instant alone, Qiu Shenjue and Young Master Su both froze blankly. The next second, they were jolted awake in alarm as they saw the sword light striking at them, seized by the illusion that their souls were flying from their bodies.
This sword came from the west, killing with abrupt ferocity. Even Qiu Shenjue and Young Master Su, both Manifestation Gods, felt utterly unable to withstand it.
"It isn't the Great Venerable."
Young Master Su said in a deep voice, "In truth, I had long anticipated that something like this might happen and secretly contacted another party. They will lend us aid at the critical moment. With that person's help, even in the worst-case scenario, we can preserve our lives."
"That strike just now was extraordinarily perilous. Fortunately, the seal on Young Master Su's body blocked one attack for me. But if this continues, won't we simply perish on the spot?!"
He paused before speaking in a low voice. "Unsealing your seal