The mysterious Spirit Refiner was too fast.
Before he struck, he had been perfectly concealed—so well that even the Grand Array's detection measures couldn't sense his presence.
'How did he even do that?'
Zhao Chongguang couldn't figure it out.
The moment he cried out, a golden light flashed, and the sect's Supreme Elder beside him instantly lost all signs of life.
The pale gold Flying Sword's next target was him.
He immediately entered a state of Half-Demonization, bolstering his physical strength as quickly as possible, all to block the fatal strike.
The golden light flashed again!
Zhao Chongguang watched in utter disbelief.
'I should be able to survive a full-powered strike from a normal late-stage Core Formation Cultivator now. Why is my body so fragile in the face of this pale gold Long Sword?'
'The pale gold Long Sword is the mysterious Spirit Refiner's Lifebound Magical Treasure, yes, but the Spiritual Power fluctuations it's emitting aren't that strong...'
