Duan Ling Tian naturally didn’t know, nor was he interested in knowing, what was happening in the other third floors of the Sword Monarch’s Treasure.
Presently, he was being suppressed by the Mirror Puppet.
Since the Mirror Puppet kept a close watch on his flaw when his mood became anxious, it attacked like a storm, causing him to be taken by surprise and be unable to defend against it.
Swish!
A swift black colored sword light flashed out from the Mirror Puppet’s hand, and it seemed to have transformed into a bolt of lightning that descended onto the spirit sword that Duan Ling Tian had raised up hastily.
Clang!
The two grade one spirit swords that were identical collided with each other, and they emitted an ear piercing sound of iron colliding with each other.
At the same time, Duan Ling Tian felt a violent force come from the sword in the Mirror Puppet’s hand, and it suppressed his strength that he hadn’t fully mobilized yet.