The entire Silver-Gauze Formation resembled a gigantic bowl spinning and cutting, and Lü Bufan was a piece of fish inside that bowl...
The female Sect Hall cultivator drove her spiritual power to its limit, and the Silver-Gauze Formation kept grinding away at Lü Bufan, trapped in midair.
Immortal Master Qingming curled his lip. "That's about all there is to it."
The beautiful peak mistress snorted. "What more do you expect? Feng'er is now putting all her attention into increasing the power of the Silver-Gauze Heart Formation. A fourth-realm cultivator who takes shortcuts by letting his martial cultivation run unchecked thinks he can defeat Feng'er, who's at the half-step fifth realm... what utter..."
A thunderous explosion erupted in midair. Shattered armor and torn robes flew everywhere as a vigorous figure shimmering with pale golden light abruptly plunged down, his hands completely empty!
The female Sect Hall cultivator Feng'er was just about to fly up and evade him when she felt a faint trace of killing intent pass through her chest. A gray heavy sword had actually pierced the stone platform behind her in an instant!
The golden figure pounced down like a demonic god, blood flying from his wounds. Feng'er roared, and silver gauze swelled around her wrists, unfurling upward like two peonies, brimming with lethal force...
"Lü Bufan! You can't beat me head-on either... I'm a half-step fifth-realm cultivator!"
Silver light gushed out, yet there was no sign of Lü Bufan being hurled away, spewing blood?
Feng'er froze, her eyes filled with disbelief. The silver gauze dancing in midair instantly drifted limply down like snakes severed at their vital point.
On the ground behind her, a heavy sword was buried deep in the hard stone platform. Yet crouching on its hilt was a figure whose shredded clothing exposed nothing but