The old man's inner strength had already reached its peak. His whole body was enveloped in inner strength, and although he could not extend his divine sense as far as Zhang Xiaohua, he could still discern everything around him. Just as Zhang Xiaohua's flying sword was about to pierce the old man's forehead, the old man took a risk, locked the little sword with his inner strength, and channeled his inner strength to his left hand. In one fell swoop, he successfully grasped Zhang Xiaohua's flying sword.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Xiaohua was extremely shocked and turned pale with fright.
In fact, it was because Zhang Xiaohua had been too careless. In the previous attempts, whenever he controlled his flying sword with his divine sense, it moved as nimbly as his thoughts, eluding capture. This time, however, Zhang Xiaohua thought it would be the same. He only made a slight and simple change in trajectory, which gave the old man the opportunity to seize his flying sword.
