Shen Lang's methods were still comprehensible to some, who could discern the faint shadow of the Martial Way within them. Lin Wudi's technique, however, had already transcended the martial and entered the realm of the Way itself.
With a single word, he drained the Spiritual Energy from a thousand miles around!
How profound!
How tyrannical!
RUMBLE!
Shen Lang's slender, formless sword finally materialized. It appeared as a strand of void-black light, as faint as a silken thread, yet it radiated an extreme sense of danger.
For Martial Arts Grandmasters like Li Lingqing and Li Linglong, a single glance was enough to make their eyes feel as if they were being sliced open, the pain causing tears to stream down their faces.
Even experts of the Reaching the Divine realm, like Jin Shisan and Mo Ran, felt their very souls tremble.
I cannot block this attack. The thought surfaced in Jin Shisan's mind.
