Facing Shen Yi's Sword Qi, Bai Mei dared not be careless. He hurriedly raised a palm, hoping to shatter this Sword Qi by relying on his cultivation, which was stronger than Shen Yi's.
However, the moment his palm touched the Sword Qi, a subtle death aura seeped in through his hand!
This death aura was like a spirit snake, slithering along his arm and rampaging inside his body.
Puff!
A mouthful of blood spurted out!
Bai Mei's face changed dramatically as he staggered backward repeatedly. A faint trace of death aura lingered on his now pale and aged face!
"I didn't expect you to cultivate in the Artistic Conception of Death. This time, I've lost. But your Artistic Conception is not fully mature yet. If you reached Divinity Transformation or contemplated for a while longer, I might die here today. Remember, this grudge today, I will certainly repay!"
