The heavenly weapon essence was sharp enough to cut through spirit treasures. Even Jingshui’s devil citadel couldn’t stop it. Each slash severed hundreds of roots, but Jingshui’s art was no joke. The sacred tree next to his forehead remained untouchable.

This was one of the top arts in Jin since it came from the Daoist Scripture. The guy was incredible for comprehending this technique from a few pages of the scripture. This comprehension was comparable to cultivators that have trained for several hundred years. The tree continued to fuel energy to him.

“Pluff!” Feiyun made it through Jingshui’s defense for the second time. He used Swift Samsara to get behind the guy and pierced through his body.

Blood dripped down the blade. It had penetrated Jingshui’s spleen. Because of the side of the blade, when it was inside his body, it looked...