One Sword Sent the Clear Sky Sect Fleeing, Then He Turned to Fool the Blue Silver Emperor!

One breath passed.

The pressure of a Limit Douluo quietly receded, and that wisp of spiritual power fell silent with it.

The enormous silver sword slowly shrank. Li Qingshan landed in front of Ah Yin again, his sword angled toward the ground. His expression was perfectly calm, as though he had merely crushed an ant.

Tang Zhen stood frozen, disbelief written all over his face. In the space of a single breath, one elder had died and the other had been grievously wounded?!

Two Soul Douluos had unleashed their Clear Sky True Bodies together, yet they had failed to withstand even a single strike from this man?

He realized that the pressure and spiritual power just now had indeed rivaled those of a Limit Douluo. But why were the soul power fluctuations coming from this man only around level eighty?

At that thought, he lowered his head to look at the Second Elder in his arms. The elder was still breathing, but Tang Zhen did not dare rashly touch the lingering spiritual power.

Recalling the pressure that had made even his own soul power falter, Tang Zhen felt cold sweat slowly seep down his back. He thought to himself:

Could the Seventh Elder have been telling the truth? Is this man really level ninety-nine?!

The soul power around level eighty that he was showing now was merely what remained visible after he deliberately suppressed it!

Li Qingshan looked up at him and asked coldly:

"Would you like to test whether my sword is sharp, too?"

With his life hanging in the balance, Tang Zhen proved himself the sect master of the Clear Sky Sect. He immediately cast aside his pride. Without answering, he abandoned the barely breathing Second Elder, grabbed Tang Hao and Tang Xiao with one hand each, and