Heishuizi stood there, staring blankly at the bloodstains on the Danshu Immortal’s body, his mind reeling:
“Yu Lie, that kid—has he really forged an Immortal Flying Sword?”
Though Heishuizi had already reached the Second Rank of Pill Formation, engaging in this duel with the Danshu Immortal was still pushing his limits.
Moreover, the current situation was one where Heishuizi was barely holding on.
The difference in magical power between an Immortal and those below Immortal rank isn’t something easily overcome—even a Second Rank Pill-Formation practitioner struggles with such disparity.
And yet now, Yu Lie had summoned a sword light so effortlessly that it pierced through the Danshu Immortal’s palm, spilling immortal blood.
This shocked everyone present.
For a moment, Heishuizi even wondered: could that sword light be more than just a magical treasure-level artifact?
The Danshu Immortal cried out in pain, glaring at Yu Lie with murderous intent as he roared:
“Brat! How dare you launch a sneak attack on me! If you wish to die, then I’ll grant you that!”
Everyone around was stunned.
The Danshu Immortal himself was flushed with shame and anger, and the immortal radiance shining from his body flared up uncontrollably.