Zhang Ye's complexion turned slightly pale. His precious sword, refined with his own essence blood and life as the core, had now broken, causing certain damage to his body as well.
He had believed that although Li Xiaoyao could kill Lin Beize with a single sword strike, his cultivation level was only about the same as Lin Beize's, and what he relied on was nothing more than the sword in his hand.
But now, it seemed that this was not the case.
"Wow~" A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, and before he could suppress the chaotic qi within his body, Li Xiaoyao's cold face was already close at hand, his palm striking down.
"This old man is an Eighth Rank cultivator of the Abstinence Realm, and you dare to fight with your flesh against this old man?" Roaring angrily, Zhang Ye hurriedly raised his right palm, aiming to meet Li Xiaoyao's hand.
"Bang!"
