Facing the sword light, Nan Songzi cursed under his breath and swept his great sleeve. His True Sha surged like a tide, driving the surrounding air and instantly creating hundreds upon thousands of tiny distorted vortices that dissolved the edge and deflected the sword's momentum. The True Sha condensed by Core Formation cultivators over centuries was no trifling matter. Though it had not truly erupted, its threads twisted and tangled together, and the sword light, originally charging forward without hindrance, seemed to have plunged into a swamp, its advance abruptly checked.
Yet as that sword strike was thwarted, another sword light unexpectedly slashed across the sky from the same mountaintop, spanning the air like a rainbow bridge. With the first sword light drawing the yellow-robed Daoist's attention away, this strike came even faster, and unlike the previous one. This was not merely a flying sword sent to wound someone; someone was riding the sword here. As it drew near, the radiance swiftly contracted, revealing the figure within: slender in build, clad in a dark Daoist robe and black crown. Treading the void and riding the wind, she swept her sword sideways.
Nan Songzi regarded this sword strike with even greater seriousness. If his guess was correct, this was a highly renowned sword art of the Li Chen Sect, called the "Unconfused Dharma Sword," and it somewhat countered the methods he had learned from the Myriad Manifestations Sect. It was truly a headache.
Especially at such an awkward juncture...
"Brats of the Li Chen Sect, are you ever going to stop!"
Nan Songzi was truly angered. When he had first acted, he had been exceedingly restrained in order to avoid making enemies of the Li Chen Sect, one of the cultivation world's great colossi. He had merely destroyed their warning flying