"..."
Pei You'an was stunned by what she saw.
She sat on the bluestone, staring at the blood mist and remains flying through the air, unable to collect herself for a long while.
The sword intent that had been poised at her fingertips had long since dissipated.
And in front of her.
Shredded flesh, bone fragments, scraps of ruined robes... trickled down from the sky.
"He didn't use a sword from start to finish..."
Pei You'an silently replayed the battle in her mind.
She was the founding ancestor of the Sword Pavilion. No one knew her own Dao Lineage's fighting style better than she did.
When Sword Pavilion disciples fought, sword intent always led the way, sword qi cleared the path, and sword techniques surged in relentless waves, their sharpness breaking ten thousand laws.
Even the least particular disciple would at least flourish a sword before attacking.
But this junior?
He controlled the battlefield with the Immobility Divine Ability, broke the Golden Wheel with a javelin, then went straight into close-quarters combat.
Punch after punch landed squarely, until a mighty cultivator at the Fifth Layer of the Sea-Illuminating Realm who had mastered Golden Law had been beaten from a living man into shredded flesh.
Was this really an heir to her Sword Pavilion?
The corner of Pei You'an's mouth twitched.
But she had to admit that, although his fighting style was utterly unlike what she had imagined, it was astonishingly effective.
High above, the battle was not yet over.
Gravely wounded and on the verge of death, Kong Baishan's true spirit abandoned his ruined body outright, turning into a streak of light that fled into the distance in sheer terror, his agonized wails carrying on the wind!
Ye Li was about to give chase.
But a sudden rush of wind