“Wu Li, your claw has really stretched far today.” A sword cut apart the blue dome of the sky, slashing down on that hand.

That was a sword image that contained a heaven-toppling sword intent. 

Slashing onto that huge hand, it was almost split in two. Long Chen was surprised to see that blood actually dripped from that seemingly illusory hand.

“LING YUN-ZI!” An angry roar rang out from the teleportation portal as that hand retreated back within.

People then noticed there was also a teleportation portal behind Tu Fang now.

In front of that portal was a certain figure. That figure wasn’t solid. In fact, it looked like a figure straight out of fantasy. But its form was the exact same as the Xuantian Monastery’s sect leader.

Ling Yunzi held his hands behind his back, speaking back to the opposing teleportation portal, “Wu Li, it’s been thirty years. You’re becoming more and more pathetic. You actually attacked a group of little children? What happened to that pride of yours?”

Although it was just an illusory figure, Ling Yunzi’s figure still contained a domineering sword intent. He now looked like an unsheathed sword, his sharpness so chilling that it would cause the world to s...