"Come, let us discuss the Dao at my place!"
He Asks made an inviting gesture to Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu nodded.
Both men took a step at the same time and left.
Yet just as their figures vanished into the horizon, two snow-white knives suddenly shot back from that direction.
The flying knives were tiny, only three inches long, but astonishingly fast. They crossed countless stretches of space in an instant and slammed into He Pingsheng's sea of consciousness.
Flying knives!
Divine Sense Flying Knives.
Within He Pingsheng's sea of consciousness, the nine shields emerged, barely managing to block the two flying knives.
But the nine shields shattered outright.
What was more, the lingering force of the flying knives churned through He Pingsheng's divine sense, destroying ninety percent of it.
"Aah..."
He Pingsheng screamed in agony and collapsed to the ground with a thud.
"Boundless Heavenly Venerable..." The two men's conversation drifted over from afar. "Fellow Daoist Jiang Yu, why did you do that?"
Jiang Yu said, "I promised the Sacred Lord I wouldn't take his life, but I hadn't finished my three attacks. That last one was my parting gift to him!"
"Don't worry. He won't die!"
Their voices grew more and more distant.
He Pingsheng, meanwhile, lay on the ground, twitching uncontrollably as his head threatened to split apart.
Fortunately, though ninety percent of the divine sense in his sea of consciousness had been churned into oblivion, ten percent remained.
Only after a full half an incense stick's worth of time did the pain in He Pingsheng's sea of consciousness gradually subside.
By then, he also understood why Jiang Yu had struck him with Divine Sense Flying Knives at the very end. He had simply wanted to destroy his divine sense and prevent him from recovering anytime soon.