A "waterfall" crashed down toward the young Cui Chan.

Cui Chan was stunned. His current body was young and full of vigor, and this somewhat affected his mind and temperament. Moreover, the speed of the sword qi would definitely be quicker than his speed of diving down the water in the well. Cui Chan had no path of retreat.

Since this was the case, he didn't shirk from the situation either. He held one hand in front of his chest and formed a seal, while he extended the palm of his other hand toward the top of the well. He summoned an item that was arguably a life-saving trump card.

A mirror appeared in Cui Chan's jade-white palm, and this was a mirror that was only slightly smaller than the mouth of the well. A faint yellow glow radiated from the face of the mirror.

Some of the white sword qi flowed past the side of the mirror and instantly evaporated all of the water in the well.

Meanwhile, the face of the mirror blocked the vast majority of the sword qi, with the collision between the two unleashing blinding and spectacular sparks.

There was a loud clang.

Cui Chan fell more than one meter down, and his entire arm started to shake uncontrollably. A moment later, his arm was slowly pushed down and bent by the sword qi, and his palm gradually drew level with the top of his head.

His head also started to tilt to the side, and after a while, it was his shoulder that was carrying the ancient mirror instead of his palm. Cui Chan could accept his head tilting, because if the mirror tilted instead, then what would greet him would be the powerful...