"Wind Tribulation!"
As the long sword swung, Shi Xiaole thrust his sword forward. Under this strike, time slowed down, thoughts slowed down, but the sword light only got faster, surpassing the limit of speed.
Clang!
Sparks flew mixed with droplets of blood.
The Yellow Jade Sword Emperor appeared ten thousand meters away, touching the wound on his cheek in astonishment, his expression shifting from calm to confused, then to sinister and livid.
He was actually wounded, and by the first move, no less, at the hands of a mere eighth-level Divine Border Earth Immortal—what a joke. And had he not dodged quickly, his head would almost have been chopped off!
Everyone was also stunned; even seeing a ghost wouldn't have been as exaggerated or as shocking as this scene.
"No matter what means you used to overdraw your potential, you can't beat me."
