The Nine Nether Elder suppressed his doubts, and his ghostly divine techniques attacked Xu Ping from strange angles like maggots gnawing at bones.
However, Xu Ping, wielding the Canghua Divine Wood Sword, flickered through the void like a phantom.
As the sword light scattered, whether fierce and unrivaled, gentle and ethereal, or swift as lightning, it always managed to dissolve and annihilate the attacks of the three with minimal effort.
His expression remained calm, as if he were not engaged in a life-and-death battle.
Yet it was precisely this composed demeanor paired with his unfathomable swordsmanship that made the Star Palace Saints and Nine Nether Elder feel infinite frustration and powerlessness.
Their alliance failed to gain ground despite prolonged assault.
It had even become exceedingly difficult to pose any threat to Xu Ping.
The Star King and Moon God exchanged glances, seeing a hint of determination in each other's eyes.
They could wait no longer.
