But knowing full well that he faced a Sword Immortal of this age, how could Kui Shuyue have come unprepared?
With a flick of his hand, he hurled out a pitch-black talisman. The moment he affixed it, it blazed with light, its winding patterns suddenly spreading open like deep ravines.
He was a crown prince, after all, and this was one of the trump cards in his hand.
Before Kui Shuyue departed, his royal elder brother had pressed this secret talisman into his hands. Sealed within it was a power far beyond Foundation Establishment, and his brother had confidently assured him that it could preserve his life in a crisis.
Now, he dared not underestimate the sword intent in the slightest and deployed it without delay.
The next instant, sword-laden winds fell upon him like autumn leaves, like rain beating on banana leaves, pounding against the barrier with a relentless thud, thud, thud and grating creaks that set his teeth on edge.
Even now, this sword intent clung to him like a haunting ghost, its relentless harassment seemingly without end.
Kui Shuyue secretly gritted his teeth. His expression grew more savage, but his heart settled somewhat:
"Die!"
With the form-destroying throw of the Calamity-Binding Black Spear, no Foundation Establishment cultivator could survive a direct hit. Once his opponent died, the threat overhead would naturally vanish.
Though the two had exchanged blows for only three breaths, Kui Shuyue had already exhausted his arsenal. However unwilling he was to admit it, this was the first time he had encountered such a formidable enemy.
Seeing the spear plunge into the Calamity Veil, Kui Shuyue slowly lowered the hand pressed against his chest:
It was all over.
Thump!
At that muffled sound, Kui Shuyue finally stretched his lips into a grin. Unable to contain