When he saw that the attacker was merely a youth in blue robes, with cultivation at nothing more than transformation force, he froze briefly. Then his fury turned to laughter, murderous intent roiling in his aged eyes:
"You have some nerve!"
Astral energy shuddered beneath his feet!
Nie Chen shot into the sky, spreading his great hand. Astral energy condensed into a sharp claw that grabbed down at Shen Xiuhan's head, his furious roar resounding across the heavens:
"You insolent whelp! How dare you!"
"Today, I'll make you wish you were dead!"
Before his words had even faded!
Clang!
A sword's ringing cry suddenly exploded behind his head!
Wen Qingye streaked toward him like lightning, his cold shout striking alongside his Sword Essence:
"You dream of harming my disciple right before my eyes!"
The next instant, silvery-white sword light swept upward like a waterfall, stabbing straight at the vital point in Nie Chen's back!
Nie Chen's heart clenched, his back chilled, and an intense sense of danger shot from the base of his spine to the crown of his head!
He gritted his teeth fiercely, his gaze darkening to the extreme:
Damn it! If I insist on attacking this boy, I'll suffer a wound from that Sword Essence myself...
The gain isn't worth the loss!
Weighing the consequences in an instant, Nie Chen snorted coldly and immediately struck out with his palm from afar!
Boom!
Though the palm strike looked almost casual, it had been unleashed in anger by an Astral Realm expert.
Never mind someone at merely late-stage transformation force-even someone at perfected transformation force would have their bones and sinews shattered by it, ending up crippled if they survived!
Without even looking at the result, Nie Chen spun around, astral energy circulating throughout his body, and clashed with