The reserve Taoist disciple Li Han from Xuanwu Heavenly Palace plummeted from the sky.
Every Foundation-building cultivator of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace who witnessed this scene felt their Dao Hearts violently shaken, filled with bone-chilling fear, completely devoid of any will to fight, hastened their retreat from the battlefield, utterly disregarding the life and death of those around them as well as their own.
The battlefield gradually fell silent.
Hum! Humming!
The Taiqing Flying Sword trembled with excitement, recklessly casting its Destruction Sword Light, its bluegold blade as splendid as the shining sun.
Even a Qi Practitioner could clearly feel its joy.
And a sudden increase in some Divine Soul pressure.
"Sword Intent, Minor Achievement, it has made quite a leap."
"Even greater than the progress I've made in the past twenty-odd years within the Fog Spirit Pearl!"
