His Divine Sense… had it been crushed?!
By this brat… crushed?!
Boss Jiang’s face filled with horror.
Utter nonsense! How could the Divine Sense of this whelp, a greenhorn cultivator, overpower his own, a cultivator who had been cultivating for over a hundred years within the Foundation Establishment Realm?!
On what basis?
Beyond belief, Boss Jiang then remembered another, more severe issue:
What to do with his “Sever Gold Sword Control Jue” that was fully charged with Spiritual Power?
Not striking would lead to backlash.
But… how to strike?
How could he make a move if the Divine Sense couldn’t lock onto the target?
Then… aim with eyes?
Boss Jiang found the idea preposterous.
Since when did Sword Cultivators need to rely on their eyes to strike down an enemy with their swords?
There are myriad phenomena in the world, bizarre and varied, and Spells are even more numerous and changeable. The least reliable thing for a cultivator is their own eyes.
Control the sword with Divine Sense, seek the enemy with gaze, wouldn’t that be the height of folly?
But if he couldn’t trust his eyes, what could he trust…
Trust Divine Sense?
There was nothing in his own Divine Sense… what to trust then?
Boss Jiang looked around with Sword Control, feeling listless in his heart.
Mo Hua watched Boss Jiang with “sympathy”.
When Boss Jiang met Mo Hua’s gaze, he grew even more furious.
However, as the Sword Qi had been building up for too long, his meridians began to ache slightly, and if he didn’t act soon, the Sword Qi would backfire, and he would undoubtedly die!
Boss Jiang gritted his teeth.
Forget it, life and death are determined by fate, the killing and sparing by heaven!
If not by Divine Sense, then by eyes!
“The arrow is on the string; it must be sent.”
If Divine Sense couldn’t lock on, then he’d use his eyes to see and bet it all on this one sword strike!
Boss Jiang’s spirits lifted as he gathered all his strength to wield the Sever Gold Sword, sending a torrent of Sword Qi toward Mo Hua’s current position with a fierce thrust!
But the very moment he made his move…
Mo Hua had already initiated the Water Passing Step, slipping away without a trace…
Boss Jiang stood dumbfounded, only to watch helplessly as his powerful Sword Control attack, “locked” by gaze, unable to change direction or turn, struck a deserted eatery, splitting it in two…
…
The Sever Gold Sword Control Jue chopped down an empty hut…
Boss Jiang’s face turned ashen, utterly hopeless.
The moment he took action, he knew… he was already a dead man…
Only then did he understand what Mr. Tu meant by “not to complicate matters”…
Not to complicate matters, so as not to encounter troubles.
And so as not to run into such a scheming, malevolent little monster with astonishing Formation skills, whose Divine Sense was even too terrifying to lock onto…