Just as Zhang Xuan was about to land, a long sword pierced through his chest, pinning him in mid-air.

A heavy spiritual pressure emanated from the tip, permeating Zhang Xuan's entire body, and the Immortal-Dust Seal was also infused into him.

"Immortal-Dust Seal?" In Zhang Xuan's Academy's space, this Divine Ability immediately appeared in his mind, but there was no explanation or method to break it.

"So you were planning this all along," Zhang Xuan growled, his voice terrifying as his neck was already broken.