"Heaven and Earth Sword!" Wang Chen roared.
"Tch... you overestimate yourself..." Qin Ming scoffed softly and raised his hand without a care.
With a sharp clang, Wang Chen's sword tip was caught firmly between Qin Ming's two fingers, unable to move.
Wang Chen's expression changed drastically. He tried to wrench his sword free and retreat, but the blade would not budge, as though it had grown into solid stone.
"You're far too weak for me now..." Qin Ming sneered and flicked the blade lightly with a fingertip.
A loud clang rang out.
Wang Chen felt a tremendous force surge along the blade and slam into his chest.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward. His longsword slipped from his grasp, spinning through the air before embedding itself deep in a rocky peak more than ten meters away.
With a thud, Wang Chen crashed hard to the ground.
He rolled over and spat out another mouthful of blood, soaking the front of his robes.
"The nascent soul realm..." Wang Chen's eyes widened in horror. His face was pale, and his lips trembled as he said, "Qin Ming, I never imagined you'd actually broken through to the nascent soul realm..."
Spiritual cultivation had long since fallen into decline. Even Kunlun's sect leader was only at the nascent soul stage.
"Senior Brother Wang..." The Kunlun disciples, who had not yet gone far, heard the commotion and hurried back. They helped him up from the ground and asked anxiously, "Senior Brother Wang, are you all right?"
"Why did you come back? Go... hurry and go! I'll hold him off..." Wang Chen pushed them away anxiously, stepped forward, and suddenly opened his mouth, spitting out a streak of white light.
The white light immediately transformed into a sword a foot and a