With Ling Yue Shang's outside interference gone, the Tiandao Palace Holy Son's gaze returned to Su Shi'er.
"Daoist Tianshan, is it? I had long heard that outside the Chen Xing Ancient Immortal Sect, with cultivation at the initial Spirit Severing stage, you slew Daoist Lu Feng of Bi Yun Xuan, a cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Spirit Severing stage, with a single sword strike."
"I had harbored doubts before, but seeing you today, your strength is actually several degrees greater than the rumors claimed."
"But that alone is still not enough to harm me. If you have any other methods, feel free to use them all at once. This Magical Treasure of mine has already reached its limit. Perhaps if you put in just a little more effort, you truly will be able to break it."
"Only... in your current state, how much true essence cultivation can you possibly have left? Ten percent? Twenty percent? At most, it should not exceed thirty percent!"
"With so little strength, maintaining the sword formation and even protecting yourself are already difficult. How much spare strength could you possibly have left to make another move?"
The Tiandao Palace Holy Son spoke in a teasing tone, deliberately or otherwise stirring Su Shi'er's emotions, provoking him into continuing his attacks.
"What a Tiandao Palace Holy Son. So many bizarre Magical Treasures truly are unexpected. But..."
Su Shi'er's expression remained unchanged as he continued suppressing his fury and spoke again.
The moment the word "but" left his lips, his voice came to an abrupt halt.
Almost at the same instant, a streak of light shot into the sky before him.
The streak flashed past and, in the blink of an eye, arrived before the Taiji vortex still spinning in the air and continuously bursting forth