He was Chu Tianshu, his senior brother.

With a clang, the sword projections clashed, and a dazzling white light pierced through heaven and earth like lightning. With a thunderous boom, a ten-meter-deep gash was created in the spirit vein.

Ling Chuxi let out a muffled groan and spat out a mouthful of blood as she was sent flying.

The man didn't move this time, but his expression was strange.

Ling Chuxi had never thought that her full display of the Seven Swords of the abyss and the ultimate martial path, in addition to the power of the heavenly path, would not pose any threat to the other party. In fact, the battle results were not as good as before. However, she did not have time to be depressed. Taking advantage of the strong fighting spirit, she swallowed the blood that had welled up in her throat and attacked again.

"Stop, I've lost," The man suddenly waved his hand and said to Ling Chuxi.