However—
"Puff puff puff puff puff...!!!"
The first wave of dozens of flying swords had already slammed fiercely into the thick barrier of true qi!
Like rotten wood crumbling away!
Before the flying swords containing Gu Sheng's pure astral qi, the subtle transformations of the Thousand Illusions Dao, and the source divine flames of the Southern Bright Leaving Fire, Shi Wufeng's hastily erected true qi defense was like paper. It was instantly pierced through, torn apart, and burned to ashes!
"Crack—!"
A sharp cracking sound rang out as Shi Wufeng's outermost true qi barrier shattered completely!
The instant the true qi barrier broke, the last trace of color drained from Shi Wufeng's face. The shadow of death had never been so vivid or so suffocating. The crimson-gold divine flame flying swords twisting through the sky seemed like the eyes of death itself, locking onto him without mercy. The dignity of a Holy Son, victory and defeat, honor and disgrace—all of it was crushed beneath his most primal instinct to survive!
"No—!"
He let out a nearly shrill roar. Without another moment of hesitation, no longer caring about techniques or bearing, he abruptly turned around and completely exposed his back to the deadly sword net. He desperately poured the remaining true qi in his body into the meridians of his legs, transforming into a rushed and miserable streak of white light as he fled madly toward the far end of the arena, away from Gu Sheng!
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The sound of tearing air was sharp and piercing—the sound of astral qi flying swords ripping through the air. They followed close behind like maggots clinging to bone, carrying heat that could burn everything and sharpness that could pierce all things! Their long flaming trails wove together in the air into a