Everyone was startled. Sensing the change in their surroundings, their expressions changed dramatically.
Wen Qingye's brow furrowed. The two beams of green light felt utterly malevolent, brimming with malice and savagery. They also carried a paralyzing force that sapped one's strength, leaving them weak-limbed.
But Wen Qingye's Heart Spirit was incredibly strong—impervious to all evil, capable of severing the intangible. There was no way these two beams of green light could possibly affect him. With a cold snort, he severed the light's invasive influence.
CRUNCH!
Stone fragments flew through the air as the old man's body was once again sent flying. He landed on the ground, unconscious. Amidst the swirling debris, a figure seemed to rise.
"Subdue!"
Reacting in a flash, Wen Qingye slashed out mercilessly with his sword.
In that instant, countless sword phantoms seemed to fill the air, surging toward the figure.
CLANG!
