Chương 1202: Chapter 1200: The Final 3 Rounds

"Sword of the Yuan Spirit, exterminate!"

Facing Shi Xiaole, whose power had reached its limit, any swordsman would likely lack the time to react, but the Thousand Swords Emperor indeed was the Thousand Swords Emperor, and in that critical moment, his brow bulged.

An invisible sword light, faster than the "Torrential Rain Sword Silk," shot forth from his brow with tremendous speed.

Spiritual attack.

The Yin Soul Great Emperor was horrified. The Thousand Swords Emperor's mental assault was not inferior to his own "Eye of the Yin Soul"—it was even more fierce and sharp.

It was laughable that he had previously considered the possibility of defeating the Thousand Swords Emperor in close combat. If he had truly attempted that, he wouldn't even know how he died.

"This is my ultimate trump card. I didn't expect you to force it out,"

the Thousand Swords Emperor thought coldly.