In the arena, the Tiandao Palace Holy Son's incarnation no longer had the leisure to pay attention to the movements of Su Shi'er and the other three.
His gaze fell on Shao Ai and the flying sword in her hand, and his face turned exceedingly grim.
"Could this flying sword be... the Xuan Nu Tower's sect-protecting treasure, the legendary 'Years Like a Shuttle'?"
As he spoke, True Yuan surged within the Tiandao Palace Holy Son's incarnation, his cultivation pouring endlessly into the Nine Yang Divine Fire Mirror in his hand.
At this moment, his heart sank and sank, until it fell to the very bottom.
Not a shred of fighting spirit remained in his heart. He had only one thought: to use his Magical Treasure to stall for a brief moment and win himself a chance to escape.
"Heh heh! You only recognize it now? Isn't that a little too late?"
Shao Ai let out a sinister chuckle.
Without any extra movement from her, countless sword qi burst forth from beneath the ground across the hundred-mile stretch of land, already riddled with devastation.
The sword edges were razor-sharp, sword qi crisscrossing and churning. Every strand was nearly comparable to the full-force strike of a Spirit Severing stage cultivator.
At this moment, the invisible aura of every sword qi was aimed squarely at the Tiandao Palace Holy Son's incarnation.
Locked onto by the auras of so many sword qis, every pore on the Tiandao Palace Holy Son's incarnation abruptly opened, and waves of cold crept down his back.
The vast True Yuan in his body was the first to be affected, becoming like a quagmire, difficult to circulate.
"Wait..."
The Tiandao Palace Holy Son's incarnation opened his mouth with difficulty, intending to say something to Shao Ai, the Xuan Nu Tower's