Ten Minute Countdown

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of metal colliding with each other resounded without stopping as over a hundred cultivators tried to cut Yuan's body.

However, no matter how much strength they put in their swings, nobody there could scratch his skin, much less make him bleed.

"How is this possible?! What kind of trick is he using to block our attacks?!" 

The cultivators refused to believe that Yuan had an invincible body.

"Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. You have seven minutes before I make my move." Yuan would provoke them with a menacing smile on his face every minute, reminding them of their impending doom.

Of course, this made the cultivators even more intense.

"Your body may be untouchable, but what about your eyes?!" A woman suddenly propelled herself forward with fierceness, wielding a slender, razor-sharp sword, aimed with deadly precision at Yuan's very sight.