As despair filled their eyes, the black-clothed swordsman's nebulous palm shadow had already heavily struck Mu Hanyan's chest.
There was no loud boom, nor was there any muffled groan of pain—the strike landed as if on air, making not the slightest sound.
Golden light twinkled, and a golden cloak appeared on Mu Hanyan, the palm shadow quickly dissipating at the position of her chest. The tremendous qi turned into lines of light spreading outward like ripples on water, causing not the slightest harm to Mu Hanyan.
"Protective divine artifact!" The black-clothed swordsman's expression froze, as the icy blade of the Cold Sky Sword had already pierced into the vital point of his heart meridian.
Tremendous qi surged out, turning into countless frost snow dances, instantly freezing his heart meridian along with his internal organs into slush, then shattering them into fragments.
