On the brink of death [II]

Tang Xun couldn't understand what he was seeing. The person before him was definitely not consecrated by the altar, but possessed such power, surpassing the norms. All his techniques were deadly, and even that strange technique could stop his movements.

Despite Tang Xun managing to seriously injure Xie Qing, his own condition was also not simple. This guy had the Will of the Empress of Swords, and together with it, the small golden swords were hindering his wounds from healing, and the flow of Qi was impeded.

"Tsk. That's why I hate sword masters," Tang Xun thought. However, he then confidently smiled: "However, he cannot overcome the limitations of cultivation. He is only at Spiritual Ascension. He may have power, but that's all. This brat is incapable of more."

Confidence. Arrogance. Joy. Tang Xun felt exactly these emotions.