Crisis

Even though he now possessed two powerful techniques at the heaven-ranked, it was still not enough.

Unless he also elevated his cultivation to the Foundation Establishment Stage!

“Let me handle this!”

Just as Ye Bai was prepared to unleash his trump card, Su Xue’s graceful figure stood in his way.

Ye Bai was momentarily taken aback, then grew concerned and blurted out, “Be careful!”

The bronze mirror turned, and a beam of white light shot out once again, striking the flying sword.

This white light seemed to possess a peculiar binding force. As it landed on the black flying sword, the sword trembled and emitted a mournful cry, as if filled with fear.

The Sect Master’s face contorted in anger. He never expected that dealing with these two youngsters would result in such a prolonged stalemate, and now Old Qian had been killed!

“I want to see what other cards you have up your sleeves!”

The Sect Master’s face turned cold. He extended his right hand and grabbed Su Xue in mid-air!