Hearing Nangong Ruoshui's voice from behind him, Jun Duxing shrugged but did not respond.
His eyes shone brightly as he stared fixedly at the Demon Cultivator before him, allowing the fist shadows to tear through the saber energy and charge toward his position.
Not only did he neither dodge nor evade, he did not even make a move to circulate his power and block the attack.
"Hm? You're not blocking it? Do you know it would be useless even if you tried?"
Even the Demon Cultivator launching the attack could not help but freeze at such behavior.
"The same move succeeding once was already a stroke of luck. Do you think using it a second time before me will still work?"
Jun Duxing's voice rang out. His robes fluttered, yet the anger in his eyes gradually faded, leaving his gaze calm.
"Oh? What arrogant words. I'd like to see exactly how you plan to block this move!"
The Demon Cultivator's thick brows twitched, and the disdain on his face was obvious.
Yet the light in his eyes shifted darkly. Clearly, he was carefully on guard and weighing his options.
Jun Duxing stood tall and proud, offering no further reply.
In the blink of an eye, the two fist shadows had already rushed before him.
Yet just as the fist shadows were about to strike Jun Duxing, the saber energy throughout the area trembled in unison.
Within that tremor, invisible power seemed to interweave and coil around itself.
The two fist shadows abruptly halted, then shattered less than seven inches before Jun Duxing.
"What?"
"How is that possible?"
At the sight, Nangong Ruoshui and the distant Demon Cultivator cried out at the same time.
The former wore an expression of utter shock.
She had just been injured by those fist shadows