Si Long poured all his spiritual intent into the strike, and naturally he could perceive Yu Ci's movements. Separated by a dazzling sheet of fiery rosy light, Yu Ci's features appeared indistinct and blurred, as if the raging flames had already melted his form. Yet Si Long felt that this person's gaze was as sharp as a sword, entirely unaffected by the Sea of Fire, stabbing straight into the depths of his eyes. That was definitely not a hurried or panicked look!
His heart skipped a beat, and a terribly ominous feeling surged from the bottom of his soul. However, there was no longer any time for him to react. A crimson glare dazzled the eye, soaring gallantly like a dragon, unmasked even by the rosy glow of the Sea of Fire. Amid a booming explosion, the Sea of Fire turned the spot where Yu Ci had originally stood into a patch of scorched earth. Yu Ci was nowhere to be seen, but the sword light of the Pure Yang Talisman Sword tore through the middle of that rosy light and stabbed straight across.
"Scoundrel!"
No matter what, Si Long had never expected Yu Ci to release the Pure Yang Talisman Sword and let it fly. Of course, he expected even less that this flying sword strike was not done in haste, but rather had been gathering momentum for a long time.
The fierce battle with Lu Ding earlier had simply been a facade. Yu Ci had just been waiting for Si Long to approach!
When the sword light reached the halfway point, it changed again. The surroundings seemed to be veiled in a layer of light mist, becoming blurry and indistinct, and it also seemed to turn illusory in mid-air. Only a thin, faint ray of light flashed and