This sword thrust from the west had scared Wang Fuxian to the point of feeling as though he had lost his soul. The Cultivation Technique he had been practicing since childhood was frantically alerting him to the fatal danger this sword carried, but the Senluo Wanxiang Scripture, which would normally operate automatically in times of crisis, was now moving at an extremely slow pace.
This situation he knew well—it was close to a situation of almost certain death, where even the Senluo Wanxiang Scripture, which could calculate Heavenly Mechanism, could scarcely find a way out.
He was merely at Great Perfection of the Fifth Realm, even
"Sister, save me!"
In this critical moment, Wang Fuxian's fortune peaked as he shrieked at the top of his lungs.
"Ding!"
Out of thin air, a Jade Bamboo Sword appeared in front of Wang Fuxian, its tip colliding with the ordinary Spirit Sword in Su Youyi's hand, emitting the sound of metal clashing against metal.
