No sooner had Zhang Xiaohua raised his arm than Xi Mujun's long sword mercilessly stabbed toward his forehead, showing no sign of stopping whatsoever!
Damn, I guessed wrong. I'll have to block it with my arm! Seeing the hatred and savage delight in Xi Mujun's eyes, Zhang Xiaohua knew this fellow would never hold back.
In the distance, Peacock and Chen Chen's hearts also turned ice-cold. Forget Zhang Xiaohua—even the two of them, with the long sword already at their foreheads, would have had no way to escape alive from beneath Xi Mujun's blade.
Ren Xiaoyao is going to die! Both women muttered inwardly, though they could not tell whether what they felt was relief, reluctance, or grief.
But at the instant Zhang Xiaohua raised his arm, another change occurred in the arena. He felt the divine sense blanketing the area suddenly withdraw from him and fiercely converge upon the sword tip before his forehead. The moment Xi Mujun's sword tip touched that divine sense, it stopped dead, unable to advance even half an inch further. That divine sense... had actually blocked the long sword for Zhang Xiaohua!
What... kind of supernatural ability is this? Divine sense can actually be used this way? Zhang Xiaohua was utterly shocked. He had considered the Cult Master's Immortal Path Supernatural Abilities beforehand, but... he had never imagined they would be this profound! Even he might not have been capable of such a thing!
Xi Mujun froze, then exerted force through his hand and was just about to stab forward again when a voice rang in his ear. "Mujun, return. Spare his life!"
It was Abbess Jingyi's voice!
Xi Mujun did not dare delay. He hurriedly withdrew his sword and gave a slight bow. "I obey the Cult Master's Edict!"
Yet Zhang Xiaohua wore