Li Shipeng withdrew the Divine Soul he had lodged in his flying sword and felt as though part of his Sea of Consciousness had been sliced away. As a Sword Cultivator, he had lost the safeguard he valued as his own life. Bereft of its spirituality, his flying sword was soon shattered under Li Laiheng's combined defenses, scattering in fragments.
The only consolation was that he had saved his life. Though his spiritual awareness was damaged, his Law Power and cultivation remained intact. Only his swordsmanship had vanished into nothing with the loss of his Sword Spirit.
"Stand back. Watch how I kill the enemy!"
With that, he vanished before Li Shipeng's eyes just as Fang Yazi had. The next instant, a flying sword shot out, carrying killing intent honed to the utmost. Li Shipeng felt that the power within that sword was more than ten times what he could wield himself. What need did a flying sword like that have for technique? If you could not block its slash, you died!
The Wu Sect Daoist knew a formidable enemy had arrived the moment his Paper White Crane was crushed. He swiftly released his strongest Law Artifacts, arranging them into a Small Four Symbols Formation while calling to his two companions.
"Friends, let us face this enemy together!"
His earlier boasts still rang in their ears, but his body was honest. He knew he might not gain the upper hand against this Commandant Hou, so he had long since abandoned any desire to measure himself against him in single combat. He wanted only to surround him and beat him down together.
The Qi Sect Daoist was still somewhat reluctant. He had just slain a Shanmen Sword Cultivator, and there had seemed nothing so remarkable about him. Beneath his Corpse Puppet