The eyes beneath the First God Cult Master's black robe stared fixedly at Xie Jingxin.
The next instant.
He vanished from where he stood, using a Spatial Escape Art to appear before Xie Jingxin in an instant. His clawlike right hand curled around empty air, and black-mist-like divine power condensed into a narrow saber as dark as ink, which he brought down toward her head.
Xie Jingxin raised the Steel Sword in her hand to meet the incoming ink-black saber.
Sparks flashed, and an immensely powerful pressure radiated outward from the two of them.
There was no question that both had used their full strength in this simple clash. Neither had deliberately tried to destroy their surroundings, yet the pressure alone made the street beneath their feet crumble inch by inch, leaving not even ash behind.
Standing behind Xie Jingxin, Zhang Yuan could not withstand that pressure with his current Purple Mansion Realm cultivation. He could not be bothered to resist it, either, and simply let it send him flying backward, away from the center of the battle between this Divine Ignition Realm Sword Saint and a Peak Ascension Realm opponent.
Well, retreating would actually do no good if the two truly started fighting. A battle between the Divine Ignition Realm and the Ascension Realm would be enough to destroy the entire Roselight Capital.
Fortunately, after exchanging one move with Xie Jingxin and gauging her strength, the First God Cult Master did not attack again. He returned to the rooftop and stood looking down at Xie Jingxin and Zhang Yuan behind her, letting out a sneering laugh.
What was this First God Cult Master laughing at?
Zhang Yuan was baffled. If his senses were not mistaken, that laugh had been directed at him.
Was he mocking me for getting weaker?