"No wonder you dare be so arrogant. Turns out you have such powerful flame technique and such a unique meridian gate. With your power, matching against the Upper Profound Realm shouldn’t be a problem..."
The black-faced man was quite pleased in his heart, not disheartened by his earlier failure.
Such a technique was truly worth the tens of thousands of miles they traveled here. If Nangong Wentian learned this news, he’d be thrilled to the extent of sleeplessness, wouldn’t he?
Slowly, the corners of the black-clothed man’s mouth revealed a trace of sinister smile.
"But unfortunately, you encountered me... I have no interest in playing with you anymore."
After saying this, a knife suddenly appeared in the black-faced man’s hand, accompanied by a dull vibrating vein sound, and the knife was covered by flames. The crowd was startled, yet before they could guess about the knife, the black-faced man had already raised it up, flames raging instantly. Then the black-faced man gave Wen Ping a meaningful smile.
Unexpectedly, the knife fell!
"Burning Slash!"
The flame transformed into a massive giant blade, crashing down.
Boom!
The loud sound spread across the entire summit of Yunlan Mountain.
Even Nan Hao at the base of Yunlan Mountain heard the sound.
Hua Zixun was shocked, quickly shouted, "Sect Leader Wen!"
But as the flames dispersed.
Wen Ping stood there effortlessly, unharmed.
The tiles were fine as well, the strike failed to even leave a crack on them.
Wen Ping spoke calmly, "Indeed, you are much weaker than the Knife-Wielding Man! My Spirit Body, you don’t even have the power to harm it."
The black-faced man was aghast, "You’re not a Purity Body!"
"Of course not!"
Wen Ping chuckled, then two swords appeared in his hands!
One Flying General!
One Long Yue!
With both swords in hand, a natural murderous intent spread instantly, Wen Ping said, "Now it’s my turn."
Swish!
Swish!
Both swords turned into white gleam and flew out simultaneously.
One on the left, one on the right.
The black-faced man was astonished, "This!"
Then immediately raised his knife towards the Long Yue sword on the left, understanding that the greatest threat to him was it.
"Burning Slash!"
In a roar, the black-faced man swung the knife once more!
Swish!
But before the white sword glow reached, the burning slash was already falling.
With a bang, everyone looked from within the hall, not understanding what happened.
But seeing half of the knife on the ground, the crowd comprehended. And as the knife’s owner, the black-faced man retreated several steps, the vein qi shield wrapped him like a turtle.
"What kind of sword is this!"
His knife was forged from a flame stone.
Bought at auction: a hundred White Crystals per blade—cost him all his possessions.
Even a perfect Purity Body could be hacked until bloodied with this knife!
Yet such a knife was broken.
He clearly saw that his knife just touched that sword, and it broke like a twig.
"Hey! Don’t be dazed."
While dazed, Wen Ping’s voice rang in his ears.
The black-faced man immediately focused his gaze forward, seeing two swords heading straight for his brow!