Zuan was dumbfounded. His opponent was much faster than him, and he couldn't even see him clearly. How could he fight?

He could only retreat quickly, using a modified version of the Sunflower Illusion to dodge. Fearing that his opponent would see through him, he would also use a skill that combined strong winds every now and then, while wielding the Tai'a sword with great power, constantly thrusting it in all directions.

Although he knew he wouldn't hit his opponent, he had no other choice. He could only resign himself to fate and swing his weapon.

Suddenly, a crisp "ding" rang out, clearly indicating that Old Man Mi's finger had struck the blade of the Tai'a sword.

Zuan felt a tremendous force coming from the sword. He could no longer hold onto Tai'a and was sent flying backward, leaving more than a dozen deep craters in the ground before he could barely dissipate the force.

He raised his hand and looked at it; his tiger's mouth was covered in blood, clearly indicating that the blow had injured his hand.

Sigh, the gap is still too big.

Old Man Mi stood where he had just been, holding the Tai'a sword in his hand. He lightly flicked the blade with his fingers, and the Tai'a sword emitted a clear dragon's roar. He couldn't help but exclaim, "What a fine sword! It truly is a fine sword!"

He didn't rush to make a move, but wanted to see what other tricks the other party had up their sleeve.

After all, the other party had given him too many surprises today, and he wanted to extract all of the other party's secrets and good things so that it would be more convenient after he possessed the body in the future.

"You're despicable? You're the despicable one, your whole family is despicable!" Zu An sneered and directly activated the power domain of the Tai'a Sword.

The Tai'a Sword is a sword of might. Although this sword has been sealed, its innate aura still exists.

Zaun has never used his trump card; he has many other options and can achieve his goal through other means.

Now that it was truly a matter of life and death, he couldn't care less about anything else and pulled out all his trump cards.

The Tai'a sword had already recognized its master and established a soul connection with him, so even if Old Man Mi held it now, it would be useless.

With a resounding roar, the Tai'a sword trembled, and a powerful, invisible pressure spread outwards.

Not far away, the low whimpers of ferocious beasts could be heard, clearly intimidated by the terrifying pressure, they were lying prostrate on the ground trembling.

Old Man Mi was the first to be affected, and his feelings were even more pronounced.

His whole body trembled uncontrollably, his heart was filled with regret and fear, and his eyes were filled with darkness.

He seemed to see the emperor standing in front of him, angrily rebuking him for daring to embezzle the "Phoenix Nirvana Sutra," and he also seemed to see his former teammates, each transformed into a terrifying ghost, tearing at him and demanding his life.

Zuan used his mind to control the Tai'a sword and slash it toward his neck.

He knew that the difference in cultivation levels between the two was too great. This pressure could intimidate Old Man Mi for a moment, but it definitely couldn't last long.

Just as the blade of the Tai'a sword was about to sever his head, Old Man Mi's eyes suddenly cleared, and he hurriedly dodged to the side.

Unfortunately, he was still under the pressure of the Tai'a sword, and his movements were inevitably much slower than usual. Although he escaped being beheaded, blood splattered everywhere, and his right hand had been cut off at the elbow by the extremely sharp Tai'a sword.

"Ah~" A shrill scream rang out, and under the stimulation of the excruciating pain and the instinct for survival, Old Man Mi completely recovered from the oppressive power of the Tai'a Sword.

He leaped back dozens of feet in an instant, looking at the Tai'a sword with fear on his face. Clearly, the sword had left a deep shadow on him.

Zuan secretly regretted it; if the other party had been just a second slower to wake up, he could have completely dealt with him.

He didn't even have time to sigh. Taking advantage of the other party's intention to move away from him, he grabbed the Tai'a sword and ran away.

"You bastard, I'll make you wish you were dead!" Seeing him run away, Old Man Mi instantly realized that the pressure on the sword probably couldn't be used indefinitely, and he no longer had any reservations.

The thought that his arm had been chopped off by a petty thug he looked down upon filled Old Man Mi with rage, and he wished he could tear Zu An to pieces.

But the thought of possessing his body without actually harming him made him even angrier.

Old Man Mi's anger level increased by 1024!

The opponent was fleeing too fast, and coupled with his extreme hatred, he even used the "Lotus Steps" skill.

Stepping on lotus flowers, he arrived almost instantly, blocking Zu An's path.

Zuan frowned, picked up the Tai'a sword, and began to wield the Snowflake Divine Sword.

This time, Old Man Mi dared not be careless and was on high alert.

In this way, Zuan was no match for him, and after a few moves, the Tai'a sword in his hand was kicked away.

This time, Old Man Mi learned his lesson and dared not take the Tai'a Sword again. Instead, he kicked it far away into the mountainside before staring coldly at Zu'an.

Zuan reacted decisively, pulling out a black dagger and slashing it across his neck.

Old Man Mi was shocked. He needed Zuan's body; he couldn't let him really die.

She quickly stepped forward and rushed over to stop him.

Zuan then reversed the dagger and stabbed it at him. This was his last hope. He hoped that the "poisoned dagger" could scratch the other man's skin and then use its fatal nature to finish off Old Man Mi.

Old Man Mi hadn't expected that he hadn't given up resisting at this point, and was immediately thrown into a panic.

Unfortunately, in the face of an absolute disparity in strength, no amount of scheming or trickery will have any effect.

After several moves, Zu An's wrist went numb, and he could no longer control the "poisoned dagger".

Old Man Mi then sealed all the pressure points on his body, and then held the black dagger in front of his eyes to examine it: "You kid have really given me countless surprises. This dagger is made of extraordinary material. I'm afraid its grade is no lower than that sword from before."

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