His intention had just protruded when his entire hand completely disintegrated into ash and dissipated.
Ji Feixue flipped her hand, and the curved sword landed in her grasp, struggling to break free, but Ji Feixue touched it lightly, and talisman runes suppressed it one after another.
This sword was extraordinary; a mere hand could not bring out the true power of the curved sword. It was also because of the sword's power and the difficulty in coalescing an artifact spirit that she had a chance to subdue it.
A light flashed in the void beside her, and a hand emerged once again. This hand resurrected with unbelievable speed.
A thought coursed unrestrained across the palm: "Even the technique of Reverse Cut Root cannot slay me—members of the Yuan Sovereign Clan. I am immortal, yet you will not achieve eternal life. One day I will grind you into nothingness!"
Ji Feixue chuckled lightly and pointed again, reducing the palm to ash.
