One red, one white, one cold, one hot—two people collide in the air. Instantly, the white dominates as the white sword pierces through the red defensive net, directly aiming to penetrate Ye Fan's Golden Core.
This was a no-return approach, an ultimate killing move so fierce that even many at the Nascent Soul Stage wondered if they themselves could prevail with their advantage in cultivation, but would still suffer mutual destruction with Li Zhaojun.
Ye Fan, in the midst of it all, felt unprecedented pressure; even during those days and nights in the African savannah without food and drink, his body nearing exhaustion, he had never felt such intense pressure as this—ironically, it was his beloved causing him this strain.
Li Zhaojun had mastered the fourth level of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra and was cultivating the fifth.
Ye Fan at this moment had yet to surpass the bottleneck of the third level of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
