Before the blade even arrived, one had the illusion that their severed corpse was lying about, with their Sea of Consciousness shattered—with just the oppressive force from the Blade Soul alone, one was enough to make any commoner stretch out their neck in anticipation of the slaughter, devoid of any will to resist!
"Blade Soul?"
Mo Junling's gaze also condensed, having cultivated his Martial Arts Intent Realm to the point of Soul Sublimation within the Soul Realm—a difficulty even greater than fully mastering a Semi Ultimate Skill!
Mo Junling was squeezed and bound, unable to move; however, the blood within his body circulated frantically. A tearing took place on his forehead, revealing a blood-red eye, from which a dense blood light erupted, like a tide shaking off the constraining force and colliding with the incoming blade.
"Boom!"
