Before the white-haired middle-aged man's disbelieving eyes, one of Zhaang Ye's hands suddenly shot out. His palm faintly swirled with the force of a tornado and mist, resembling a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon soaring through the clouds.
"SWOOSH!"
Zhaang Ye's palm bizarrely bypassed the dense Sword Light and went straight for Lingruo Sea's neck. Lingruo Sea was in the middle of unleashing his Sword Qi with full force and never expected such a strange attack. He only managed half a cry before Zhaang Ye's hand closed firmly around his throat.
"WHOOSH—"
The sky-spanning Sword Light scattered as Zhaang Ye lifted Lingruo Sea into the air with one large hand, as if holding a baby chick.
