Ning Jue launched an aggressive attack, the powerful aura of his late-stage Divinity seemingly suppressing the entire scene instantly.
On the Martial Alliance side, Gu Huai was absent. Although there were many people here, not even one was at the mid-stage of Divinity.
In the views of the other Three Great Sects, a single Ning Jue seemed more than sufficient.
However, sitting high above, Li Xiaobao saw Ning Jue approaching but remained unmoved, even carrying a faintly composed smile, as if in his eyes, a master as formidable as Ning Jue was nothing much!
"Putting on airs!" Ning Jue snorted disdainfully, "Let's see who can save you today!"
With a mystic longsword in hand, it gradually thrust directly towards Li Xiaobao.
Finally, Li Xiaobao moved.
In one hand appeared a staff exceedingly bright and mystical, while the other hand was raised.
Although seemingly slow, the staff, quick as a bolt of lightning, struck Li Xiaobao's right arm.
"Crack!"
