Tian Yinwu calmly held his kite shield before him, directly tanking the misty yin sword light. A fizzling sound echoed as the sword light dispersed upon contact, harmlessly scattering into the air. The Seventh Prince perfectly defended against Na Xinyi's attack.
Tian Yinwu's hazel-golden eyes flashed with blazingly radiant spiritual light; the misty yin sword light contained unfathomable principles of yin that caused him to gain some immediate insights. He calmly put away his kite shield, looking at his right hand, two fingers formed into a sword, exuding a golden sword radiance. Abruptly, the golden, sharp sword radiance grew misty, bearing a strong resemblance to the misty yin sword light.