Li Shao's warning was transmitted directly into everyone's minds in a spiritual voice, but even as he warned them, a bright yet gentle radiance had already blossomed before them.
He had just seen that sword cultivator passively cleave apart the qi palm and had thought she would only hide within the great formation without emerging. He had not expected her to launch an attack against them of her own accord.
And her speed was astonishingly swift. Almost the instant the light flickered, that sharp aura had arrived.
Thanks to his long years of combat experience, the moment he sensed something was wrong, his magical power reacted before his thoughts could. A golden light flashed from his body, wrapping him from head to toe.
Almost at that same moment, a deep sword scar abruptly appeared upon the golden light shielding him. It ran from the upper left, at his brow and eyes, all the way down to the lower right, at his waist and abdomen, only slowly fading after quite some time.
His expression turned grave. If he had not raised his defense in advance, that sword strike would have split him cleanly in two. Though he possessed secret arts that could salvage such a wound, the sword-light's follow-up attacks would be endless. He might not have been able to preserve his life.
Although he had blocked the attack, of the three Creation refiners who had accompanied him, two had silently split into halves and slid down from midair. The last appeared uninjured, but after standing there for a moment, he too toppled backward.
So long as her opponents failed to react and lacked a strong defense, Yao Zhenjun's sword arts would inevitably strike them. Though her sword-light could not compare in sharpness to Sever All Absolutes, spiritual power alone could