"How is that possible?" Qinghe True Person's pupils contracted. He had already intended to kill with this strike, so he had used eighty percent of his strength.
Surely that was more than enough to kill a Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator?
Who would have thought Lin Ke would casually block his Sword Qi?
Lin Ke breathed softly, "Formless, Inactive Mantra."
An invisible Dao inscription drifted out of the elderly Daoist's body, flying up and down like chains before coiling around the enormous strand of Sword Qi and immobilizing it.
With a bang, the Sword Qi burst apart from within.
Wherever those chains went, no attack could stop them.
It was as though nothing in this world could shake them.
Soon, the chains blotted out the sky and surrounded Qinghe True Person.
However he struggled, he could not break free.
Qinghe True Person immediately laughed in his extreme fury.
"Paltry tricks."
"You're far too naive if you think you can subdue me with powerful Mental Power alone."
"Supreme Yang Fist!"
The next second.
Qinghe True Person unleashed punches and palm strikes in succession, alternating between them as layers of bright Supreme Yang Crystal gradually covered them.
The cultivators present cried out again, "That's an eighth-layer divine ability!"
"An eighth-layer divine ability? How many thousands of years would you have to cultivate to achieve anything with that?"
Seeing this, Liu Mingqing immediately told his followers, "Our True Person has already revealed one of his trump cards."
"Lin Ke has absolutely no chance of surviving."
"Form up at once! We'll seize this perfect opportunity to slaughter the Golden Wing Sect rats here!"
As he spoke, he conjured the Thousand Mountain Cone and flashed forward, viciously stabbing at the back of a Golden Wing Sect cultivator's skull.
Clang!
Unexpectedly, the transparent form of a