The terrifying blade aura directly slashed down towards Xu Changqing and Li Meng'er.
At this moment, the golden figure, facing such an overbearing blade, did not dodge or evade; instead, a single finger pointed straight up.
With that one finger, the entire space seemed to collapse, and Mo Qingtian's seemingly terrifying blade light was instantly devoured upon contact.
"What? How is this possible?"
At this moment, Mo Qingtian in the air was already a bit shocked. This golden figure, clearly formed from a wisp of divine sense, if it truly dissolved his blade light, which was unleashed with fifty percent of his power, then the original body's strength must have reached the Tribulation Transcendence Realm or above.
Mo Qingtian's expression suddenly turned cold. Since fifty percent of his power wasn't enough, he would try with eighty percent of his power, like a Half-Immortal, to see if this wisp of divine sense could withstand it.
