This sword strike was even more powerful because it came from closer range.
He Pingsheng no longer had any time to deploy the Sacred Wood Shield.
He could only roll on the spot, hoping to evade the sword light, while vast amounts of metal-attribute magic power surged from his body to replenish the Vajra Shield.
Whether he could withstand it would come down to this one blow.
The sword light swept through the air, plowing a long furrow through the ground before striking He Pingsheng's shield.
Bang...
Although He Pingsheng had shifted slightly, he ultimately failed to evade the sword light.
The golden membrane of light around him was instantly torn apart.
The remaining sword light struck his body.
The upper half of his Daoist robe was shredded into countless pieces.
Fortunately, He Pingsheng practiced body refining. Relying on his powerful flesh, he managed to withstand all the remaining sword light.
Towering ancient trees toppled around him, one after another.
Flames sprang up everywhere, and countless creatures fled the forest, plunging the scene into chaos.
But regardless, He Pingsheng had blocked both of Daoist Nun Feng's attacks without suffering any injury.
"Impressive, brat!" After unleashing two consecutive streaks of sword light, Daoist Nun Feng's magic power briefly failed to keep up, preventing her from launching a third strike immediately.
Taking advantage of that moment, she began cursing again. "You actually blocked two of my sword strikes! You certainly live up to your reputation as a disciple personally trained by the ancestor!"
"He Pingsheng... you're certain to die today!"
"I was careless last time!"
"This time, I'll show you the difference between a peak cultivator and first-level trash like you, even if we're both in the Foundation Establishment Realm!"
In the time it took her to say those few words, Daoist