SWISH!
Wen Qingye's right hand suddenly drew from his waist. A flash of cold light shot out. The shimmering glint made everyone's heart turn cold. It was like three thousand strands of fine silk, constantly weaving, but its sharpness was far more terrifying than any silk.
"Taiyi Profound Gate Sword Technique First Form! Shangqing!"
A cold gleam appeared in the sky, rapidly transforming into myriad sword lights. Azure light pulsed, the three thousand strands of silk morphing into countless lotuses as a frigid aura shot from the blade.
Lim Tian twisted his neck. His Protective Primordial Qi was instantly pierced by the Still Water Sword. But just as the Still Water Sword seemed to graze his flesh, Lim Tian dodged. A bloody gash appeared on his neck, but in an instant, the bleeding stopped, and the wound began to heal at a visible rate.
