The handsome cultivator never imagined Zhao Lin would dare to attack him first. The magic formed so quickly that in the blink of an eye, the ice blade was right before him.
In his panic, he had no time to pick up the artifact on the ground. He jerked his head aside to dodge the ice blade, rapidly forming a spell seal with his fingers and extending his Divine Sense to control the artifact and counterattack.
But Zhao Lin was faster. After a few quick steps, WHOOSH, he threw the iron ruler in his hand.
The handsome cultivator's Divine Sense had just reached his artifact when he saw a fork-like weapon speeding toward his chest.
His folding fan couldn't possibly block such a large weapon. A direct hit would mean shattered bones and torn tendons. His only choice was to leap back…
BOOM!
The iron ruler slammed into the ground, sending sand and pebbles flying as it buried itself halfway in the dirt.
