Li Xiaoyao held his sword while stepping on the lake surface, looking gravely at the tyrannical sword qi emanating from Jian Wuji's hand, with blue veins faintly showing on the hand gripping the Seven Star Ancient Sword.
"Seal!"
With a sudden shout from Jian Wuji, a sword qi dozens of yards long burst forth toward Li Xiaoyao, instantly evaporating the water in the lake wherever it passed.
No one doubted the power of Jian Wuji's sword strike, nor did anyone believe Li Xiaoyao could evade it.
They seemed to have already envisioned the scene of Li Xiaoyao being slain by the sword, a hint of a cold smile hooking at the corners of their mouths.
Li Xiaoyao took a light breath, showing no sign of dodging in the face of such an overpowering attack. His feet moved slightly apart, and the ancient sword gently lifted upward, drawing a circle in the air before him.
