The distant moon shadow transformed into a streak of light. In just a few rises and falls, its speed increased severalfold, overtaking the blazing sun silhouette and arriving thirty yards before Yang Lingrui.
He spread his hands and summoned a ritual sword, then fiercely thrust it forward from his chest, sending it straight at Yang Lingrui's face.
This man was at the Late Qi Gathering stage of Seventh Level of Qi Gathering. The moment his sword was unleashed, he intended to take Yang Lingrui's life.
Yet in the very next instant, he saw a glimmer of golden light ripple out from Yang Lingrui's palm.
The ritual sword struck the golden light with a piercing clang, but it could not advance even half an inch.
"Hmph! An Adamantine Talisman—is this your confidence?"
The Solitary Moon Mountain cultivator leaped into the air, recalled his ritual sword, and poured moonlight power into it once more. "If you want to survive under my hand, a mere inferior Adamantine Talisman won't be enough!"
"Go!"
The ritual sword, emanating a soft moonlit glow, struck again. Empowered by the technique, its force had increased and was now comparable to the Eighth Level Qi Gathering!
Two sword strikes descended, shattering the golden light around Yang Lingrui.
Seeing this, the Solitary Moon Mountain cultivator smiled arrogantly. He closed in, seized the ritual sword, and thrust it toward Yang Lingrui's chest.
Yet in the next moment, golden light appeared again!
At the sight, disdain flashed through his eyes.
My flying sword had already shattered your talisman spell. Now that I wield it in hand, taking you down will be even easier!
But the instant the Sword Tip touched the golden light, he suddenly felt his entire arm jolt with searing pain, as though he had stabbed into a wall