Qiu Shiyin's face froze, but only for a moment.
And that was enough.
Inside Qiu Shiyin's grasp, the Nascent Soul of Ji Chuan—that tiny figure—suddenly lit up with bright eyes while Qiu Shiyin was momentarily distracted.
Countless sword Qi, as sharp as knives, instantly sprayed out from Ji Chuan's Nascent Soul.
These bursts of Sword Qi instantly pierced through the hard scale armor covering Qiu Shiyin's clawed hands.
Qiu Shiyin let out a cry of pain.
Simultaneously, an even larger Sword Qi shot out from the center of Ji Chuan's Nascent Soul, striking Qiu Shiyin's chest with a thunderous boom.
The attack was so ferocious that one could even hear the sound of Qiu Shiyin's ribs breaking.
Qiu Shiyin's figure was sent flying backward.
The two figures separated.
From within the Nascent Soul that had escaped Qiu Shiyin's bind, Spiritual Power rapidly surged, restraining the still-bleeding, gigantic wound on his abdomen.
