Three Chi Seven reached its utmost speed. A flash of red, and it vanished into thin air, its sword qi cleaving even the wind with a piercing whistle.
Ao Que swiftly raised both hands before his face. With a sharp clang, Three Chi Seven appeared between his dragon claws, its blade scraping against them in a spray of dazzling sparks.
In the end, Ao Que clamped down on the blade, stopping it half a foot from his chest. Its tip still trembled, but it could advance no farther.
He raised his head, about to sneer, only for Cui Jiuyang to flick his hand and send several concentrated golden beams tearing through the air.
Ever since Cui Jiuyang had entered the realm of Myriad Laws Arise from the Heart, the spells in his hands no longer followed fixed forms. He had broken free of the constraints of rigid casting procedures.
Take the vines he had used to secure himself to the Confucian Sage earlier. The Green Wisteria Technique had originally been a spell for entangling enemies, with a complete set of casting rules. Now, however, Cui Jiuyang could use it as he pleased, releasing as many vines as he wanted and binding them wherever he wished.
The golden beams were the same. Their original form should have been sharp phantom blades of spiritual power, capable of piercing an ordinary cultivator's protective spiritual radiance. But Cui Jiuyang knew those pale blades could not penetrate Ao Que's tough dragon scales, so he changed them into streaks of golden light condensed from metal qi.
The golden streaks came swiftly. Seeing that he could not dodge in time, Ao Que snorted and flung the trapped Three Chi Seven far away.
At the same time, inky-black spiritual power surged around him, instantly taking the form of