With a furious roar, Wu Chuan took a Soul Cone steeped in sinister yin energy from inside his robes.
He had refined this Soul Cone from the living souls of hundreds of cultivators. It was a hidden trump card he could not reveal.
Originally, he had not intended to take it out.
But since that junior had given him such a fine opportunity, he naturally intended to take him down in one stroke.
As for whether this secret trump card would be exposed as a result, would that not be solved simply by killing both of them on the spot?
The corners of Wu Chuan's mouth lifted slightly, and he abruptly shot the Soul Cone out.
To his delight, that junior clearly did not know how formidable the Soul Cone was. He actually charged straight toward it without dodging or evading.
Yet his delight lasted only an instant.
For in the next instant, the Thunder Sword Light knocked the Soul Cone away and continued slashing down at his head.
Wu Chuan's eyes instantly filled with shock.
But he had no time to wonder why that sword light was so fierce, for it had already come within a hundred feet of him.
Wu Chuan hurriedly activated the magical artifact in his hand, raising layer upon layer of protective azure light before him.
Under his expectant gaze, the azure light collided head-on with the sword light, then shattered into countless fragments amid a series of soft cracks.
Fortunately, those shattering layers of protective light also bought him a little time.
Seizing that moment, he shot into the sky, dodging the almost unstoppable sword light.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the Thunder Sword Light curved around again and slashed down at him.
Wu Chuan could only summon his Escape