Qingyi raised his blade, protecting himself from Jiantian's attack. His feet sank into the ground as an explosion of metallic sparks filled the air.
He gritted his teeth and used the first form of the Tempest Monarch's sword art, pushing Jiantian back with a thunderous, powerful thrust.
Taking a moment to himself, Qingyi inhaled deeply.
Even being suppressed, the power of a cultivator at the peak of the false immortal was still frightening, but fortunately, it wasn't enough.
With a gentle smile, Qingyi attacked again. His body split into afterimages as his blade flew towards Jiantian's neck.
The Wang family patriarch barely managed to dodge, a thin trickle of blood running down his neck.
"What's the matter, little cuckold Wang Jiantian? Don't you want to face your grandpa here directly?" teased Qingyi, bursting into laughter.
"Don't you dare call me that even once more!" roared Patriarch Wang, charging towards Qingyi.
