Xu Yunfan rode the momentum into a mid-air flip, his robes fluttering like an Exiled Immortal descending upon the world, his expression tinged with coldness.
This counterattack, turning their own methods against them, was merely a crude application of the "Borrowing Force and Transforming it into Strength" principle from his Ten Extremes Martial Arts.
The more potent Mystic Scale's True Qi had been, the more terrifying the backlash. The Mituo Temple monk's face was now a frozen, purplish-blue; he had clearly been struck by the Profound Nether Cold Poison, a Secret Martial Arts of Penglai Pavilion!
"Stop holding back! Otherwise, there'll be no stopping this fiend!"
The Merak Sword Master of the Jiangnan Dao Sword Pavilion cried out sharply. The Sword Box on her back exploded open, unleashing seven streaks of light that formed into seven swords. They arranged into the Beidou Sword Array and shot toward Xu Yunfan's back.
