The spiritual veins were severed eight hundred years ago-how could a Nascent Soul expert still exist?

Changqingzi and Lao Qing stood expressionlessly to one side. The former had a trace of pity in his eyes, while the latter looked like an unfeeling wooden post.

Song Qiuya and the other three women folded their arms, looking ready to enjoy the show.

Qin Chuxia even muttered, "He really has a death wish, daring to challenge a monster like Chen Lin."

Chen Lin stood there casually, leaving openings all over his body.

"You go first." He yawned.

"Forgive me!"

Gu Changfeng hesitated no longer. With a low shout, he formed hand seals, and a blade of green spiritual power rapidly condensed in his palm.

"Greenwood Art, slash!"

Whoosh!

The blade shot through the air with a piercing whistle, hurtling straight toward Chen Lin's face!

He had put eighty percent of his strength into this strike, enough to slice clean through an armored vehicle!

Yet faced with this ferocious attack, Chen Lin did not even lift an eyelid.

He simply raised his right hand and extended two fingers.

His index and middle fingers.

Under Gu Changfeng's and Gu Qingxue's horrified gazes, Chen Lin casually caught the speeding blade of spiritual power between his fingers.

As though he were catching a falling leaf.

Bang!

A dull impact rang out.

The Greenwood blade, powerful enough to shatter stone, crumbled piece by piece between Chen Lin's fingers, scattering into a shower of shimmering green light.

Silence.

Deathly silence.

The expression on Gu Changfeng's face froze completely.

"This... this is impossible!" he cried out, his Dao heart shaken to its core.

This was the offensive spell he took the most pride in! And someone had... broken it with just two fingers?

"Decent force, but your spiritual power is too diffuse."

Chen Lin offered that assessment, then vanished without warning.

Gu Changfeng's pupils contracted sharply.