Fourth Elder's eleventh strike seemed as straightforward as before.
But this strike was far from simple; it concealed a lethal intent like surging waves. Spiritual Power hidden behind the blade was ready to erupt layer upon layer.
"Kid, prepare to die."
The Fourth Elder from Heavenly God Temple shouted furiously, almost achieving unity with his blade. His form almost transformed into a Dragon Shadow, merging with his long sword as he slashed towards Li Xiu at breakneck speed.
This time, Long Chen didn't dodge. His right hand reached out, golden light circulating between his palm and fingers, and directly grabbed the Fourth Elder's sword from the Heavenly God Temple.
The spot he grasped was anything but ordinary—it was on the edge of the blade.
Yet the keen blade edge couldn't harm Long Chen in the slightest.
Long Chen's palm was like that of a Vajra, indestructible.
This was the Shaolin Vajra Palm, which when exercised by a cultivator, was even more powerful.
