Sword light surged like a tide, forcing Yuan Shujian into a frantic scramble as he began to look increasingly disheveled.
At such close quarters, spells were difficult to use, while his magical treasures were restrained by the "True Martial" sword embryo in Ziwei's hand. In the blink of an eye, three protective treasures had already been knocked away.
Fortunately, Yuan Shujian's cultivation was profound, and he also cultivated body-tempering arts. Had it been any of his previous opponents, the sword tip would likely have long since been at their throat.
Lasting this long beneath Ziwei's sword was already extraordinary, but he was now stretched thin in every direction and struggling to fend her off.
Then Ziwei's sword momentum suddenly changed. As she flashed three times, sonic booms rang out in rapid succession.
In an instant, an area five zhang wide was shrouded in chilling sword shadows.
"It's Junior Sister Ziwei's sword domain!"
The watching disciples all sucked in a cold breath. Whenever a previous opponent had fallen into this domain, once struck by a sword shadow, whether they tried to dodge or deploy a magical treasure, they would suffer an attack upon their Primordial Spirit from within the sword domain.
In that moment of distraction, victory and defeat would be decided.
Seeing this, Yuan Shujian stopped merely evading. The aura around him abruptly changed, and a wave of air exploded outward. His ritual robe burst apart, revealing his pale, lean upper body.
Golden scales unexpectedly emerged upon his arms, swiftly spreading over his hands as he reached barehanded for Ziwei's sword edge!
Yet the girl in palace robes seemed to have foreseen it. In an instant, she drifted backward, deliberately opening the distance between them.
While everyone was still stunned, Yuan Shujian's form underwent a dramatic transformation. Other than his