Although Feng Fan managed to hold his ground, his hands trembled under the immense force of the Blue Dragon Sect disciple's sword. His knees buckled, and the ground beneath him sank a few centimeters from the pressure.
The man smirked, noticing Feng Fan's resistance. He pulled back his sword and swung again, a powerful horizontal slash aimed straight at Feng Fan's chest.
But instead of raising his weapon to block, Feng Fan's smirk widened.
He activated his new technique. A laughing skeleton holding a scythe appeared briefly behind him.
Giggle of Doom!
In an instant, half of his spiritual qi vanished, a high price for using the technique against someone a full realm above him.
'Damn, this thing burns qi like crazy…' he thought. 'If I tried it on a Spirit Severing cultivator, would I suffer backlash?'
His opponent suddenly froze mid-swing, his hands beginning to tremble. At first, it was barely noticeable, but within moments, his entire body shook violently.
