The earth-shattering sword light pierced through heaven and earth, as if crossing from the ancient times, directly targeting the position of the Tianlan Saint.
This sword was Mo Wangchen's emulation of Lin Feng's swordsmanship, which in the past transcended thousands of miles to slay the Dao Body of Yan Ruyi.
"You've already lost."
Before the sword light fell, Mo Wangchen's voice was light and indifferent, his gaze fixed on the Tianlan Saint, with a single statement sealing the opponent's fate.
Now, even if the Tianlan Saint wanted to burn his bloodline power, it was already too late.
"No!"
He raised his head and roared angrily, a strong sense of unwillingness surfacing in his heart, surrounding him with radiant light, bursting forth like surging waves, instantaneously forming a kind of energy barrier that protected him entirely.
"Crack!"
However, the barrier was vulnerable, collapsing instantly as the sword light descended.
"Screech!"
