"Bzz!"
The treasure mirror hovered in the air, its divine light shining down on Lu Xuan.
It met no resistance.
Luo Xinghui sneered at the sight. Without blinking, he waited to see the truth of Lu Xuan's foundation.
So what if he was a disciple of a great sect? At the end of the day, wasn't he still a Foundation Establishment cultivator?
I have a heaven-grade foundation establishment too, and I carry all manner of mighty treasures. Why shouldn't I be able to fight him?
Xie Huaibi stared at Lu Xuan as well.
"Hm?"
But things did not go as Luo Xinghui had imagined. Though the Lesser Supreme Clarity Treasure Mirror's divine light fell upon Lu Xuan, it revealed neither his Dao Foundation nor his Qi Sea. Instead, like a clay ox sinking into the sea, it was drawn by an invisible force into a mysterious, unfathomable realm.
That realm lay between existence and nonexistence, hidden within the flesh yet beyond divine sense. Layer upon endless layer, it held the spirit of heaven and earth.
The brilliant divine light fell upon its ground.
"I respect the tradition behind you, fellow Daoist, and have no wish to fight again. Your methods were not lacking in this battle; Spirit-Forging Sword simply fell short. Why not leave it here?"
Once it fell, it would truly be like a treasured battle-axe descending to cleave through everything.
Xie Huaibi instinctively closed his eyes, but a treasure seal immediately appeared above his head. Threads of jade light streamed down to protect his body.
That was not all. With a flick of his hand, he split the candle flame into eight, sending flames into the Consciousness Seas of Huo Zhengrui and the female cultivator as well.
Of all the arts under heaven, sword arts were the sharpest.