Yan Shui Rou's eyes suddenly widened.
She gripped her sword tightly and pressed down with all her might.
But...
The single finger Li Xian held before her blade was like an indestructible iron wall. Her strike, filled with the conviction of certain victory and the will to kill, could not advance another fraction of an inch.
"Is that all?"
Li Xian looked at Yan Shui Rou, so close at hand, her face full of disbelief.
"How... is this possible..."
He had blocked it!
Li Xian had not only blocked a strike carrying all the strength and true qi of a Dao Foundation Realm cultivator, but had done so...
With just one finger!?
Unprecedented shame, anger, resentment, and... fear all erupted deep within her, almost swallowing her reason!
"Impossible!"
With a sudden low shout, she swung her blade. As it turned swiftly, her true qi erupted, and she slashed at Li Xian again from another direction.
Yet...
The result remained unchanged.
Li Xian merely moved his finger to the side, once again precisely and effortlessly blocking every edge of her incoming blade.
Bang!
His profound extreme true body activated!
Dissipated by that gray-black flowing light, the sword astral force contained in Yan Shui Rou's magic-artifact-grade sword could do nothing to the finger barring its way, however immense and fierce it was.
That sword astral force, which made Xiang Yangsheng and the other Xiantian cultivators feel as though needles were pricking their backs at the slightest touch of it, vanished like a clay ox entering the sea the instant Li Xian's finger stopped it, without stirring a single ripple.
Even scattered bursts of sword qi and force were exceedingly rare.
It was as though that was not a finger, but a miniature black hole devouring all the energy driven into it.
"This