Sikong's eyelids jumped violently, and immediately he saw the blood energy on his palm being decisively broken through, the attack had completely failed...
The next moment, a look of pain appeared on his handsome, pale face.
He felt as if an invisible longsword had fallen from Baili An's palm, like the sharpest thing in the Six Realms, ripping through his flesh and bones, unstoppable, piercing through his palm and then aiming at the old sword injury on his chest with unmatched speed.
The sword injury on his chest was bestowed by Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan's Divine Sword.
Yet the current sword movement was not inferior in the slightest to the sword that had sealed him in Chaotic Netherworld Valley!
Sikong felt an unprecedented danger, his entire body shook violently, and like a flying bird, he soared up from the ground, retreating hundreds of meters away, only settling on a tree branch.
