The sword light in the sky drew inward, and Hou Niao appeared in midair, frowning.
He wanted to press on and kill the Yu Household patriarch in the Ice Pool, but there was no time left. In the brief instant he had spent fighting Yu Wuwei, Yu Shangque had already awakened in the Ice Pool.
Under the powerful suppression of a Golden Core cultivator, he could no longer maintain his sword spirit form. This surprised him. Could the Golden Core realm grant such an ability? Was the gap between their realms too great? Or did this man possess some unusual cultivation technique?
He dropped down, landing in front of Zhao Xintong. "Head up yourself, but don't leave the well."
Zhao Xintong understood what he meant: he feared she would rashly charge out of the well and be captured by the Yu Household. But when she tried to move, she discovered she could not take a single step.
When Yu Shangque employed his methods, they were nothing Yu Wuwei could compare with.
Hou Niao could sense that this Yu Household patriarch's methods were bizarre. There was no storm of attacks, yet his ability to fight had been stripped away without a sound. In midair, he had been forced out of his sword spirit form; now, circulating his power, he discovered he had also lost the ability to fly.
But he could still move his feet.
Was this an ability to prohibit flight, or something else? He had a vague idea, but dared not be certain yet.
A soft, icy voice rang through the space. "Why would a Shanmen Sword Cultivator appear here? Does the Yu Household have some grievance with Shanmen Quanzhen?"
Hou Niao scoffed. "If the Yu Household had a grievance with Shanmen, would you still be alive today? But