Yu Shangque discovered that he had fallen into an even graver peril. That woman had broken his Prophecy Technique!
This also showed how deep the relationship between the Sword Cultivator and the woman ran, far beyond anything as simple as guardianship. Otherwise, no cultivator would entrust their body and mind to a stranger.
Those damned fools, couldn't they have sorted out the distinction before acting? He could not help inwardly cursing these unreliable juniors, but matters had come to this, and regret came too late.
His two sharpest weapons, Heavenly Dao lightning and the Prophecy Technique, had both lost their effect. This forced him to choose another method: conventional attacks.
He dared not drag things out. Once the Sword Cultivator freed himself to attack with his flying sword, Yu Shangque might not be the one laughing last in his current state.
A late Golden Core figure, only a step away from Infant Transformation, found himself hamstrung before two ants. It sounded inconceivable, but considering the punishment of Heavenly Dao lightning during his realm advancement and his continued weakening over several decades, it all seemed perfectly normal.
He still had a chance to kill them both, provided he disregarded the possible aftereffects and the even worse backlash from heavenly lightning afterward. Now, everything other than killing these two had to wait.
After all his arrangements, which he had thought seamless as a heavenly robe, he still had to risk a conventional assault in the end. All the scheming and calculation involved were hard to put into words.
These thoughts passed in an instant. Yu Shangque's temperament was beyond comparison with those juniors of his, and he acted decisively. Sensing that the barrier could do nothing, he immediately changed tactics.
He withdrew his prophecy and surged with magical power...
Just as he