It was a clean strike, without any fancy moves or whatsoever, and didn't even stir up a wisp of wind. Everyone just saw the sword slash down and heard a shrill whistle, then Reverend Li Yang was seen retreating. The void behind his back had shattered, forming a black hole that sucked him in. Even though he was quick to dodge, the sword still kissed him slightly, tearing out a long, thin gash from the corner of his left eye to the chin.
A fine spray of blood flowered behind his head. The sword intent that came with the sword had pierced his head, ripped open his skull, and caused severe damage to his brain. An injury such as this was nothing serious for a Gold Immortal, and could be healed with just a little bit of immortal energy. However, the sword intent had pulverized his brain, wounded his immortal soul, and destroyed some of his memories. In other words, Reverend Li Yang had suffered some losses on his enlightenment of the Heavenly Dao.
