As soon as he finished speaking, a streak of azure saber light far more condensed than before appeared behind Qing Chen.
At that moment, the power of the Autumn Water Chan Saber and Arhat Fengchi's more than four Rules Threads all merged into the blade.
It sliced a long, narrow fissure through the Blood-Magnetism Pseudo-Domain, then drove straight along it toward the back of Qing Chen's neck.
Five-Colored Spiritual Light flashed beneath Qing Chen's feet. He shifted several zhang sideways in the nick of time, while the power of his pseudo-domain blocked the blade layer after layer.
Having missed his strike, Arhat Fengchi did not linger in battle. His figure merged into the formless wind once more.
"Wind has no form?"
"A pity this Commander-in-Chief was only playing with you just now."
As his words fell, Qing Chen suddenly slammed the butt of the Blood River God-Slaying Spear against the void.
Boom!
A deep crash resounded throughout the entire Seventh Layer.
The Blood-Magnetism Pseudo-Domain, which had enveloped several thousand zhang, abruptly contracted inward. The scarlet blood river spanning the void rapidly vanished, and countless gray-black magnetic threads snapped with it.
In the distance, Arhat Fengchi's figure flickered into sight and disappeared.
With his combat experience, he naturally would not think Qing Chen was voluntarily dispersing his pseudo-domain to concede defeat.
Quite the opposite: that invisible sense of danger was even stronger than before.
Qing Chen, however, gave him little time to think.
His greatest gain from the battle against Dugu Yifang outside Yanmen Pass had not been defeating the Nine-Kill Domain with the Northwestern Circuit-Surveying Seal, nor securing his position as Circuit-Surveying Governor before the assembled heroes of the northwest. It had been witnessing firsthand how nine killing arts evolved into a nearly real Killing Path domain.
And how the