No sooner had Qiu Yan finished speaking than a violent gust of wind sprang up around them. The Daoist was clearly unleashing a Divine Ability!
The Divine Ability directly immobilized Qiu Yan's body. Then the Daoist charged in with sword in hand, thrusting his longsword forward to pierce through Qiu Yan's body. But at that very moment, Qiu Yan abruptly raised his hand and lightly pinched with the index and middle fingers of his right hand!
At once, the sharp longsword was firmly caught between those two fingers, as though gripped by iron pincers. The Daoist circulated his true qi and burst forth with blood and qi, yet still could not break free. He could only wrench the longsword until it rang and trembled.
"Just as I thought, a demon!" The Daoist's eyes widened, murder filling them. His blood and qi surged with his words, strength pouring into the longsword. The blade rang section by section, sword light flickering as it slowly pushed forward between Qiu Yan's two fingers!
The gale that had just risen abruptly dispersed. In an instant, everything seemed to return to normal, but Qiu Xu, Huo You, and the other wealthy young masters nearby were left dumbstruck.
They naturally knew the identity of the Daoist who had suddenly made his move.
This man was the Heart-Severing Daoist, an accomplished master whose Divine Abilities and Daoist arts were unfathomable, whose Dharma Power reached the heavens. He could fight a hundred men alone. When he had entered the city, some reckless youths had tested him, and he had slain ten renowned martial artists with a single sword stroke. It showed both the Heart-Severing Daoist's immense bloodthirst and his formidable combat strength.
The Heart-Severing Daoist had come here for a simple reason. With a flick of his fingers, he