"No… no."
Ling Zhen's face turned pale as panic filled his eyes. The oppressive Sword Intent had already locked onto him, making it difficult for him to even breathe properly. Now that Li Yun was approaching him step by step, the pressure felt even heavier.
"Senior brothers, attack him!" Ling Zhen shouted desperately as he forced himself to gather some courage.
However, the senior disciples of the Martial Ascension Gate were also being suppressed by the Sword Intent. Although they had each formed an Intent Seed, their understanding of intent was still far inferior to Li Yun's ten percent Sword Intent.
Even so, they chose to act. Unlike the senior disciples from the Boundless Martial Palace who remained still, they stepped forward to intercept Li Yun.
"Die, you thief. Double Dragon Fist!"
