Caught completely off guard, Chu Xisheng nearly had the other man's divine will invade the depths of his mind and churn it into a raging sea. An excruciating pain bored through his brain, leaving him dazed for a moment.
This was a powerful mental talent that, combined with the man's ferocious saber intent, specifically attacked a person's divine soul and spiritual sense.
An ordinary Ninth-Rank martial cultivator would probably have lost consciousness the instant he took the teacup.
Chu Xisheng's Yazi Saber Intent reacted instantly, however. Not only did it help him withstand the assault of divine sense, it spontaneously began to counterattack. The enchanted Spirit-Gathering Cape also shone with spiritual light at that moment, strengthening Chu Xisheng's spiritual sense and will.
The powerful saber intent gathered all his spiritual sense and will into a counterattack like a raging tidal wave, blasting the porcelain cup into powder with a bang.
Recovering from his momentary daze, Chu Xisheng looked through the cloud of scattered porcelain dust and saw a mocking, triumphant smile on the face of the man in blue before him.
A short saber had already slipped from the man's right sleeve, and it stabbed toward the point between Chu Xisheng's brows like a flash of lightning.
At that instant, everyone in the inn was startled and turned toward the sound of the exploding cup.
Zhou Liangchen, seated beside him, was filled with bewilderment.
Something was wrong!
Why wasn't Chu Xisheng moving?
Could he have been too late to react?
Impossible!
Outside Firebone Cavern, Chu Xisheng's saber had been so fast that he had only managed to draw his sword half an inch.
Though this blue-robed man's mental talent was tricky, his saber technique was still a shade inferior to his own.
*What qualified this man to draw a saber