The overpowering aura emanating from the saber and sword made Su Shi'er's pupils constrict sharply the instant it struck.
At that moment, Su Shi'er felt as though some supreme force had bound him in place, every hair on his body standing on end.
He wanted to move, yet he could not budge in the slightest.
His cultivation had already been vastly inferior to the man before him; the gap between them was nothing short of heaven and earth.
Not to mention that he had exerted himself repeatedly before this, without ever getting a chance to regulate his breathing.
Su Shi'er was now drained of both Qi and strength, at his weakest.
Otherwise, he could at least have used a spatial secret art to fend off the attack for a moment.
Even if he could not withstand the opponent's offensive, he would not have died on the spot.
But now, Su Shi'er only felt the shadow of death hanging over him, as though he could perish at any moment.
In an instant, Su Shi'er had fallen into a life-or-death crisis.
With his life hanging by a thread, fine beads of sweat seeped across his forehead, yet his expression remained calm.
At the very least, Ren Yunzong was still present.
With Ren Yunzong's scheming mind, since he had chosen to do this, he could not possibly stand by and ignore Su Shi'er's condition.
In this situation, Su Shi'er could only place his hopes on the sect master at his side, Ren Yunzong.
And at the critical moment when the saber and sword came slashing down, Ren Yunzong immediately made his move.
A cold glint flashed through his eyes, followed by a muffled snort.
"Hmph!"
As the sound rang out, a majestic force surged from Ren Yunzong's body.
The power condensed in the