The snow-white Condensed Smoke Sword sliced through the air toward a Void Refinement cultivator.
The Void Refinement cultivator instinctively tried to resist, but Wei Wuren's oppressive aura pinned him flat on his back, leaving him unable to move a muscle.
He instinctively drove the magical power within him to its limit, but he could not break free of Wei Wuren's suppression. He could not even form a magical shield.
The moment his magical power left his body, Wei Wuren's aura crushed it.
Under his unwilling, despairing gaze, the Condensed Smoke Sword descended, stabbing straight toward his dantian.
Clang!
The Condensed Smoke Sword pierced half an inch into his flesh before stopping as though it had struck a wall of bronze and iron. It could not advance another fraction, and even rang with the clash of metal.
A flicker of anxiety suddenly crossed Yan Yuyan's beautiful, cool face.
The man was trapped and unable to move, yet even with all her strength, she could not kill him.
It was rather ridiculous.
A rare trace of embarrassment rose within her, leaving her ashamed.
She raised her eyes slightly and looked at Song Wen beside her.
She did not mind embarrassing herself, but dragging "Extreme Yin" into that embarrassment made her feel she had let him down.
"Extreme Yin" had treated the Wei Family with domineering arrogance, while they had responded with painstaking caution and obvious reverence, as though a single misstep might bring annihilation upon their entire lineage.
Clearly, "Extreme Yin" must possess an extraordinarily exalted identity.
Perhaps that was why "Extreme Yin" had attained such strength a mere three hundred years after ascending?
Yan Yuyan looked at Song Wen in embarrassment, only to find his expression calm. Not only did he show no hint of blame, he even gave her a