Su Che gathered his mind and spirit into one, then lightly flicked a finger in the air.
A sword cry rang out, long and mellifluous.
Sword intent spread along the laws between heaven and earth, with no source and no end.
This sword resonated with the laws.
With a slow point of his finger, it cut into Life and Death.
Pure sword intent cleaved into the root of Yu Jue's life and death. Even with the Jingyang Emperor Bell in hand, the headmaster of White Deer Grotto still felt a trace of icy dread.
It was as though a sharp blade had swept across his throat.
Bang.
Yu Jue spat out a mouthful of blood.
He looked toward Su Che, who had slowly extended a finger, his eyes half appreciative and half contemptuous.
To cross all his protections and strike directly at his foundation with a single sword—judging solely by the subtlety of his swordsmanship, Yu Jue believed Su Che could already rank among the foremost of East Sea Sword Palace's younger generation.
Yet with such methods alone, trying to deal with him was truly still far from enough.
The Jingyang Bell gave a toll.
Streams of pure primordial qi surged from the Earth Official Immortal Abode and poured into Yu Jue's body.
At this moment, the Jingyang Bell had become the core of the entire Immortal Abode's operation. Before this Ancient Era treasure, the Heavenly Court fashioned by the Earth Official Great Emperor had to bow its head and lower its brows.
So long as he held the Jingyang Bell and remained within the Immortal Abode, Yu Jue stood upon invincible ground.
"Marquis Changxin, why put yourself through this?"
The Virtue of Fire Star Lord had fully taken form. A thick Red Chi Dragon coiled around his three-headed, six-armed