However, her fingers halted abruptly, three feet away from Chen Yi.
It wasn't that Chen Yi blocked her move.
Instead, a vast and magnificent Sword Intent, without warning, descended. This Sword Intent was neither illusion nor reality, yet it seemed to fill the entire space. It was like an invisible shackle, instantly wrapping around Qin Qingluo's wrists, body, and even the True Qi she was channeling. She felt as though she had plunged into sticky amber, each movement becoming incredibly difficult, and the condensed Finger Force was forcibly suppressed back into her body by this intangible power.
Within inches, as if this were his world, everything obeyed his commands.
Qin Qingluo's pupils shrank suddenly; she looked up fiercely, gazing at Chen Yi who still had his back to her. He hadn't even turned his head.
What realm has he reached exactly…?
