Tianshu sighed.
The purple frost sword path rules that had won him his reputation, and the killing move, Ten Thousand Swords Congeal in the Void, which he had painstakingly prepared in advance, had proved utterly unable to withstand his opponent!
And this was with Qing Chen holding back. He had not used that "pseudo-domain" to attack Tianshu himself; otherwise, Tianshu would certainly have been injured just now.
Even the Purplefrost Divine Sword could not stop it, unless he brought out the sect's ultimate reserves.
Meanwhile, Ye Wushang had frozen completely in place, his mouth slightly open.
He had imagined that his master might fall behind, but never that he would suffer such a near-crushing defeat!
He could not withstand even a single exchange.
Brother Qing was actually this strong!
For some reason, Ye Wushang instead grew even more excited.
Bound by his master's supreme authority since his youth, he had always harbored fear of him.
Now Brother Qing had defeated his master with his own hands. His master was no god.
Judging solely by his talent and present cultivation, he was confident that within a hundred years, or even sooner, he would surely defeat his master.
Outside the gate of light, Sword Fool and Jian Yi were even more ashen-faced, their bodies trembling slightly.
Although they had not seen every detail clearly, that terrifying aura and the sect master's violent retreat had already explained everything.
Qing Chen withdrew his Nascent Soul true essence and the reinforcing power of his qi and blood. His imposing aura receded, the Demon Lotus Platform Phantom vanished, and the motes of blood baleful intent and magnetic origin rule dispersed.
"Thank you for the bout." He looked at the enfeebled Heavenly Shu True Lord, his tone calm.
Heavenly Shu True Lord propped himself up with his