If he had not been Master Tang, or if Master Tang had not held the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp, that slash would have left him dead or grievously wounded!
The deadliest part of the slash was its assault on the soul. The blade had yet to fall, but its chilling killing intent had already cleaved into his Sea of Consciousness.
Without the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp, Tang Changsheng's Spirit Terrace and Heavenly Heart would have been injured, even if they had not shattered completely.
But with the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp in hand, his Heart Lamp united with it, and the great strides he had made in cultivation recently, he had blocked the slash without taking any harm...
Or rather, saying he had taken no harm was not quite right. A trace of blood had appeared on his fingertip. He had not blocked the attack completely; he had been wounded, however slightly!
This involved the soul and consciousness, mysteries of extraordinary depth. For now, though, Tang Changsheng remained surrounded on all sides.
The mist churned around him. Faint glints of gold showed through it, as though countless Armored Soldiers lay in ambush, inching closer.
Clearly, after Tang Changsheng had defeated several experts in succession, they could no longer sit still!
Just then, Tang Changsheng spoke. "So you're an expert of the Theater Sect. I wonder when I offended you, for you to use a Paper-Cutting Opera to toy with me? And you, master—what you practice must be Tai Chi!"
At the sound of Tang Changsheng's voice, time seemed to stop.
It was as if his words had frightened someone!
The ambushers in golden armor had been about to close in for the kill, but the moment Tang Changsheng spoke, they hesitated.
Tang Changsheng let out a long laugh. His guess