"What?"
The expression of the young man changed. He was already a Sword Cultivator in the late stage of orifice transforming, and though the burst of Sword Qi was extremely strong, he didn't expect that it would be so easily clamped by the opponent!
The strangest thing was, the sword he controlled seemed to only extend its Qi to the blade, while the tip of the sword felt as if it had lost control, utterly devoid of strength, and no matter how he drove his Spiritual Power, he couldn't manage it.
"I am not the so-called member of the Yi Trib, if you can understand my words," Xiang Beifei said calmly.
"Still daring to argue! With your strange attire, you are not one of us from the Floating Immortal Isles, but you sneak around and damage our Formation Stones. Just surrender now!" the young man shouted again.
