The old man's internal energy had already reached its peak, his entire body shrouded in its protection. Though he could not send his divine sense far afield like Zhang Xiaohua, he could still discern every movement nearby. As Zhang Xiaohua's flying sword reached him and was about to pierce his forehead, the old man took a desperate gamble at the critical moment. He locked the little sword down with his internal energy and risked channeling that energy into his left hand, succeeding in one stroke as he clenched Zhang Xiaohua's flying sword in his grasp.
Zhang Xiaohua was utterly shocked by the sight, his face turning ashen with fright.
In truth, Zhang Xiaohua had simply been too careless. On the previous occasions, whenever his divine sense moved, the flying sword had responded as nimbly as his own wishes, evading others' attempts to seize it. He had assumed this time would be the same. He had altered its trajectory only slightly and simply, allowing the old man to exploit the opening and capture his flying sword.
When Zhang Xiaohua once again used his divine sense to drive the little sword, it was like a small snake seized by the vital spot. It struggled repeatedly and flashed left and right, yet could not break free from the old man's somewhat enlarged left hand.
Seeing the flying sword struggle a few times in his hand without being able to escape his palm, the mysterious old man burst into laughter. "Young man, you actually cultivate the Immortal Path! Hahaha! I never imagined that after the Immortal Path had been annihilated for ten thousand years, this old man would still see one who walks it. What I sought everywhere without success has come to me without the slightest effort! Had I known I would encounter