Even those watching from the mountain edge felt a chill across their spine at this moment, their hearts involuntarily trembling with suppression, as if that blade were cleaving down upon them.
Everyone felt as though they were alone, facing that blade, with nowhere to hide, about to be split in two by it.
This feeling was indescribable; knowing full well the blade wasn't targeting them, those with weak wills couldn't help but retreat.
Li Xiu did not retreat; he still stood in place watching that blade descend.
Just as the blade was about to strike his head, his hands once again clasped together to trap Jing Li's blade, as if replicating the previous battle.
In Li Xiu's palms, the Demonic Light turned into a mysterious suction cup-like form, firmly gripping Jing Li's blade. To Li Xiu's surprise, the Bottle Suction's power couldn't extract even a bit of Light Energy from Jing Li's blade this time.
