The surrounding voices quieted. No one knew what had happened.
"What technique is that? Immobilization?"
"Doesn't look like it. Besides, Senior Brother Ye Tian isn't injured. His protective Spirit Garment is still intact."
In the elders' seats, the elders whispered among themselves. Daoist Li Jun looked at the Bamboo Slip in Sun Zhengfu's hand and smiled faintly.
"These disciples of mine are all so interesting..."
"How strange."
Luo Xiaming sat beside Daoist Li Jun. "The unusual technique this disciple is using seems somewhat similar to those Confucian Dao techniques of true words."
"Hehe."
Daoist Li Jun shook his head slightly. "The literary Qi in this child isn't sufficient for him to perform Confucian Dao techniques."
"It only has this effect because he's drawing on that Confucian Dao Legacy Treasure."
"Word Follows Law is hardly that simple."
Luo Xiaming nodded and said no more.
On the platform, Ye Tian's expression shifted as he retreated.
He steadied himself, doubt and alarm flickering in his eyes.
But he did not hesitate. With a cold snort, he swung his sword again.
"Enough of your smoke and mirrors!"
This time, his sword moved even faster. His Spiritual Power transformed into several waves of sword strikes, cutting off Sun Zhengfu's left and right!
Sun Zhengfu took a deep breath, his voice suddenly rising.
"Disperse."
As astonishment filled Ye Tian's mind, an inexplicable weariness washed over him.
The Spiritual Power throughout his body began to falter, and his Sword Qi actually showed signs of collapse!
"What kind of sorcery is this?!"
His Spiritual Power scattered, flowing backward through his meridians. Ye Tian gave a muffled grunt, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
At last, a hint of panic appeared on Ye Tian's face. But before he could react, Sun Zhengfu had