As the sword of fallen sect elder reached Zhi Qiang, Lu Changhe's and other elders' expressions changed drastically.
Even though they constantly monitored the heretical and fallen sects, some elders were equally powerful, making it difficult to track their movements.
Furthermore, the distance between Zhi Qiang and them was too great for them to respond in time. Even if they teleported in an instant, it would still be useless as the one who made the move was as quick as them.
Zhu Wenkai was quite happy at how things turned out; however, suddenly his face stiffened.
Clang!
A radiant golden hue erupted from Zhi Qiang's chest, intercepting the deadly blade mid-air. Then, before the fallen sect elder could do something, the golden hue surged forward, shooting straight towards his head, targeting the sea of consciousness.
"Bloodbound Curse Shield!"
"Bloodline Mirror Seal!"
