Although Ye Ling had forcibly taken a strike from Li Wuji, causing his blood and qi to churn incessantly and his chest to ache unbearably, a faint smile still lingered on his face, as if everything were not a problem at all.
After all, Ye Ling had already discovered his limit, which was the realm of a Saint. At such a level, Ye Ling believed he should be able to withstand it. And even if he couldn't, he wouldn't be defeated.
Li Wuji took a deep breath, his eyes erupting with murderous intent. The next moment, he flicked his wrist, and the pitch-black longsword flew out from his Storage Ring.
It then hovered in mid-air, vibrating continuously and emitting a piercing cold light.
With a lift of his hand, Li Wuji caused the pitch-black longsword to suddenly burst forth with an exceedingly brilliant black beam of light, solid like substance, soaring skyward and enveloping Ye Ling.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
