With a piercing scream filling the air, the Huangtian Taoist, who had aimed to surpass the heavens, fell heavily to the ground, his chest pierced by the sword qi descending from the sky.
The sword qi, concentrated and unwavering, pinned him there completely.
Initially, he struggled for a moment, but quickly stopped moving.
When Duan Yun walked over, the Taoist who had caused him so much trouble had ultimately breathed his last.
Looking at the huge sword wound on the opponent's chest, he couldn't help but exhale a long breath.
Admittedly, this Taoist was indeed formidable. He believed his skills in sword, saber, fist, and kick were unmatched, mastering the eighteen martial arts techniques, and that nobody understood martial arts better than him. Yet, after this exchange, he felt the opponent's abilities were even more extensive and complex.
