Hailan’s cultivation base was very mysterious. The whip in her hand seemed like a spirit snake, and at the same time was a convergence of faith so powerful that Yang Qi didn't dare allow it to hit him. If he got infected by that faith power, he would be able to extrude it, but it would put him in a bad position that Proud Heaven would surely take advantage of to launch a fatal blow.

And there were definitely other almighty entities who were waiting to step in, and would be more than happy to have a share in splitting up Yang Qi’s corpse.

Swish!

Yang Qi didn't hesitate to dodge to the side, then struck out with his sword. Of course, that sword contained the will, energy, light, and divinity of the Lord of the Sword Dao.

A sword nimbus flared to life, slashing right toward Hailan’s neck.

It was a strike with such speed and magnificence that it actually surpassed anything the Lord of the Sword Dao had been capable of.

Shocked, Hailan...