Looking at Chen Buyi's composed expression, Third Sect Elder sneered in his heart: "Hmph, keep pretending. Once your so-called closed-door disciple is defeated, you won't be so calm."
Under the gaze filled with various complex emotions of everyone present.
The terrifying sword energy of the Thirteenth Prince, as if descending like thunder from heaven, had already reached Ling Xiao.
In the next instant, Ling Xiao might be split in two, severed at the waist.
As most people awaited gleefully for this thrilling scene to occur, something bizarre happened.
The sword energy, almost touching Ling Xiao's clothes, suddenly came to a halt.
It was as if the air had instantly solidified, and the sword energy followed suit, becoming rigid.
The crowd stared in shock at the area where the sword energy was.
They saw a hand.
A hand shimmering with earth-yellow light.
This was the hand that blocked the fierce sword energy, as easily as holding a piece of paper.
