For the sword cultivator path, Su Shuanghe had rich response experience; those shamanic curses that directly struck the primordial spirit were fine, but the true center of attack was on that jade hook.
The jade hook was named Falling Rainbow. When it was cast, it did not directly hook the sword qi, but rather hooked the Heaven and Earth laws a step ahead, pulling laws that did not belong to the same or similar planes together, twisting and splicing them into a tangled mess of chaotic threads. On the surface, it turned into a seven-colored rainbow light that brushed downward, specialized in using these layers to diminish the sharp and piercing edge of the Xuan Huang Killing Sword.
Yet before the jade hook hit its mark, his heart gave a jolt, as the feedback from the preliminary spirit-striking shamanic curse returned.
In the absence of a sword master, no matter what kind of sentient sword artifact it was, compared to the overwhelming and unyielding sword qi, its primordial spirit was bound to be somewhat weaker. Striking the primordial spirit with shamanic curses was undeniably correct in its approach. However, at this moment, the target of the shamanic curse felt as though it had crashed against a reef—hard and smooth. The mana of the shamanic curse acted like washing river water, splitting to both sides without causing any damage.
Su Shuanghe instantly realized the oddity within it, but before he could analyze it further, the other side fiercely counter-pressed. Its momentum was fierce and penetrating, just like a top-tier sword cultivation powerhouse unleashing a sword from afar. The sword qi had not yet arrived, but the sword intent was already formed.
He only felt a slight tingling in his mind, followed by a trance. It was as if he saw a