A searing pain spread throughout his body, and Sect Hierarch Tongtian staggered a few steps, nearly falling over. He barely managed to stabilize his figure, his face grim as dark waters, the pain in his shoulder making him realize the brilliance of Taiching Saint's methods. He glared hatefully at the retreating figure of Taiching Saint, grinding his teeth, yet he was forced to admit that in today's clash, he had not gained the upper hand.
In the meantime, Yuanshi Tianzun moved through the Slaying Immortal Sword Array, Celestial clouds crowning his head like layers of dense protective shields that kept the endless Sword Qi at bay.
From a distance, his steps were unhurried, his expression tranquil, his face betraying not a hint of panic, as if walking through the Sword Array was but a leisurely stroll for him.
Watching this scene, Sect Hierarch Tongtian's cold laughter rose like the blade of a knife in the chilling wind.
