The blade glint, crossbow arrow, and sword light met the green light, yet they bizarrely froze in mid-air. The green light continued unabated, seemingly about to illuminate their bodies.
Crack!
A pitch-black two-handed greatsword flew across the sky, instantly piercing through the green light, stabbing the Spirit Forging Level magic spirit's body, pinning it to the opposite wall.
Li Ming'Er stepped out of Courtyard No. 7, walked up to the magic spirit, grasped the sword hilt, and pulled out the greatsword.
The magic spirit's corpse fell, its Demonic Light coalescing into a ring.
Old Qian stared blankly at Li Ming'Er, taking down a Spirit Forging Level magic spirit with one strike—this was an exceedingly powerful force.
He only knew Li Ming'Er was Li Xiu's magic spirit but knew nothing of Li Ming'Er's true strength.
