He didn't let her down.

Ling Chuxi nodded to herself. Fortunately, this second uncle of hers did not disappoint her. The middle stage of the sovereign realm was not as strong as the peak of the God Realm, but it was not as if she was completely helpless. The scene in front of her was exactly what she had been looking forward to.

"Ling Ziyun, you're dead!" Yuwen Sicheng had never thought that he would be forced into such a sorry state by a mere mid stage sovereign. His embarrassment turned into anger, and with a wave of his long sword, several rays of sword light, like the seven stars accompanying the moon, and like a meteor shower, poured down one after another towards Ling Ziyun.

A gap was a gap. Although Ling Ziyun's blood was boiling, he lacked practice and combat experience. He could only block the first few sword rays, and couldn't hold on any longer, falling to the ground from the shock.