This punch had no buildup, no earthshaking momentum.
It was as casual as stretching, thrown out with a lazy swing.
Yet the terrifying Saber Aura slashing toward him disintegrated in an instant.
Even the collapsing space seemed to have been beaten senseless by that punch.
The originally terrifying force of devouring was snuffed out beneath it as well.
It was as though that stretch of space had frozen solid.
"Impossible!"
Lin Ke's eyes widened. Watching his all-out saber strike get so easily neutralized, he felt utterly terrible.
"Pfft—"
He spat out a mouthful of blood flowing in reverse.
At that moment, Lin Ke seemed to age several years.
His confidence had been crushed to pieces.
He had always been extremely confident in his saber arts.
Even when facing opponents stronger than himself, he had always believed he possessed the strength to fight them.
There were not many such people on the Hun Yuan Continent.
After all, among the Seven Great Sects, even including the Myriad Refining Sect, not many could defeat him.
Even those stronger than him could not possibly break his saber arts so effortlessly.
Yet Lin Mo before him had done exactly that.
That single punch had shattered all his confidence.
"Attack!"
Yet just as Lin Ke sank into despair, the other five moved.
"Grandpa Luo, don't!"
Shock appeared on Xiao Lu's delighted face.
Among the five was the Supreme Elder of her Misty Sect—Luo Yunxiao.
Her cry made Luo Yunxiao hesitate for half a beat.
But he still gritted his teeth and struck!
The name Xuan Daozi had once been a nightmare to their Seven Great Sects.
Xiao Lu had not experienced that previous dark age, but Luo Yunxiao and the others had.
They absolutely could not allow such a situation to happen again.
Whether out of