Before Yun Xiao's voice had even faded, the long sword in his hand transformed into a silver rainbow that thrust straight at Mo Qianjue's throat. Where the blade passed, fine cracks split the air, accompanied by a harsh, tearing shriek.
Mo Qianjue let out a cold laugh. He neither dodged nor parried, simply raising his right hand. In an instant, a spiritual energy shield formed from countless beast heads materialized before him.
"Clang!"
Chapter 397