Even as they spoke, the situation underwent a rapid Transformation.
The middle-aged man brought out a slender-bladed Mystic Artifact, which flashed with cold light as it shot straight at Dongmen Shu's face.
He was facing a direct disciple of a superior sect, after all. Still uneasy after launching his attack, the man flung out two Talismans in succession to protect himself, then formed a hand seal and chanted an incantation, casting a beam of magical light to press his advantage.
Their cultivation levels were similar, but Dongmen Shu had extensive experience in magical combat. The sword at his waist left its sheath with a clang, and instead of retreating before the attack, he advanced.
"You're courting death!"
Light condensed from Sword Qi like Golden Baleful Intent flashed all around him, and the protective Mystic Shield formed by the Talismans shattered in an instant.
Geng metal is too sharp. I need wu earth to restrain it.
The man's expression changed drastically, but he said nothing. He hastily recalled his slender blade to intercept and defend, then pulled a dusty-gray bead from his Storage Bag and threw it onto the ground.
The moment the bead landed, it transformed into a barrier of earth and stone. Dust and mist spread across its surface, yet it somehow gave off a sense of immense solidity.
Golden Sword Qi fell upon it like raindrops, but only swept away the dust and scattered the mist, unable to damage the barrier itself in the slightest.
At the sight, the middle-aged man slowly relaxed and smiled. Just as he was about to say a few words to recover his dignity, his face abruptly froze.
He lowered his head. A blood-red sword tip protruded from his chest. He tried to struggle, but chaotic Sword Qi had already begun ravaging his