As the black-robed young man had said, the Desolate Spirit on the 744th floor was utterly monstrous. Its saber art was tyrannical beyond belief. Every slash erupted with the sound of thunderous explosions, five-colored lightning flashing across the Treasure Saber as though five thunder dragons of different hues had converged, unleashing saber force capable of exterminating all living beings.
Clang!
The moment they clashed, Ye Chen immediately sensed trouble. His opponent's saber art was far too exquisite and domineering. His Apex Decay—no, it should be called the Guardian Sword Stance. Though the Guardian Sword Stance was much stronger than ordinary major-completion supreme sword moves, it had yet to reach the level of a perfected supreme martial art. The Desolate Spirit's saber art was likewise not far from perfected supreme saber art. In terms of refinement, it was already no weaker than the Guardian Sword Stance. Ye Chen could no longer borrow force to strike back with force.
"Burial Sword Art!"
Turning defense into offense, Ye Chen thrust his sword at the oncoming Desolate Spirit.
Over a thousand petals danced through the air. The Desolate Spirit's movements grew slower and slower until it finally froze in midair. Yet just as Ye Chen was about to strike it, the Desolate Spirit's body trembled and slipped away like a fish, evading the sword. The Desolate Spirit on this floor possessed formidable Mind Force and could negate ninety percent of the power of time and space. The power of the heart transcended all things; so long as the heart was strong enough, there was truly little that could restrain it.
In the end, Ye Chen still defeated his opponent with the Guardian Sword Stance. After all, the other party could not break through the Guardian Sword Stance either. Whenever his opponent attacked, Ye Chen