One breath passed.
The pressure of a Limit Douluo quietly receded, and that strand of spiritual power fell silent with it.
The enormous silver sword slowly shrank. Li Qingshan landed before Ah Yin once more, his sword angled toward the ground. His expression was utterly calm, as though he had merely crushed an ant.
Tang Zhen stood frozen in place, disbelief written all over his face. In the span of a single breath, one elder had died and the other had been gravely wounded?!
Two Soul Douluos had unleashed their Clear Sky True Bodies together, yet they had failed to withstand even one stroke of his sword?
He realized that the pressure and spiritual power just now had indeed rivaled a Limit Douluo's, but why were the soul power fluctuations coming from this man only around level eighty?
At that thought, he looked down at the Second Elder in his arms. The elder was still breathing, but Tang Zhen dared not rashly touch the spiritual power lingering in him.
Recalling the pressure that had brought even his own soul power to a halt, Tang Zhen felt cold sweat gradually 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 of around level eighty he was displaying was merely what remained after he deliberately suppressed it!
Li Qingshan raised his eyes toward him and asked coldly:
"Would you like to test whether my sword is sharp, too?"
With life and death 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 Second Elder, who still had a breath left in him, grabbed Tang Hao and Tang Xiao with