Even though Lin Jianjia hadn’t quite been pushed back, her Pentasection Strike had still ended up being drowned out by the wave of swords. Tianming put great pressure on her. The moment he managed to use Mirage to stop the sword in its tracks, his hidden killing strike would pierce through.

"Where is it?!" She tried drawing back her sword, only to find that the golden Grand-Orient Sword had it pressed down. Mirage was like a vortex with unbelievable attractive force, keeping her sword suspended. Right at that moment, a loud thrusting sound whooshed out as a single point of light flew through the darkness and instantly shot toward Lin Jianjia, piercing her throat!"Huh?" She paled as the sword in her hand snapped from Tianming's strike. "A cosmic impulse!" As she panicked, Tianming’s Flint Infernal Impulse...