Feeling the terrifying strike from behind, the heart of Master Xuantian sank instantly, knowing that he might not be able to fend it off. Delayed at this moment, it was too late to dodge, and he could only raise the Mystical Ruler in his hand, guiding a ray of brilliance and waving it backward.
Crack.
With just one strike, the top-quality Spirit Weapon in his hand fractured into cracks, and a surge of impact swept over, sending him flying backward.
At the same time, the purple ghostly light merely dimmed slightly, continuing its slash towards him from the air.
Seeing Master Xuantian in peril, about to lose his life under this strike, a familiar voice came.
"Heavenly Lake Eight Strikes!"
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!!!
