Ji Xuantong's right hand turned a ghastly white, sharp nails extending like blades, just about to touch the Soul Stealing Gourd at his waist, when a white light flashed before his eyes.
"Whoosh..."
He suddenly felt excruciating pain at his wrist and only realized after being struck that the white light was actually a sword, moving faster than human perception.
'There are actually two swords, using the same Sword Control Technique.'
While Ji Xuantong was shocked, he couldn't afford to think too deeply.
In mid-air, that Jade Sword transformed into a dragon, blocking two or three blows from the flying jade-colored Sword Light. Already it had become full of holes, and its size had significantly diminished.
'The rumors still underestimated him. Even the Puppet Dharma Body of my ancestors can't withstand three moves... Situ Hao was supposed to lure him into a trap and attack together. Where did he go?'
At this moment, he vaguely sensed something was terribly wrong.
