Everyone's eyes widened in shock; they hadn't seen clearly before, but this time they had a crystal clear view. Wang Tian'an exerted immense force, but the Five-Colored Spirit Snake Sword still remained an inch away, unable to chop any further. Around Shen Tianjun, there seemed to be an invisible wall that blocked his attack.
"How is this possible? How is this possible? How is this possible?" Wang Tian'an's face was full of astonishment; he couldn't figure out what was happening at all, his expression one of utter disbelief.
"Two moves!" Shen Tianjun looked at Wang Tian'an and said, "You have one more chance!"
Wang Tian'an glanced at Shen Tianjun, then at the Five-Colored Spirit Snake Sword in his hand, feeling somewhat dazed for a moment. After a brief silence, he suddenly pinched his thigh hard, to see if he was dreaming. However, the pain vividly assured him that this was reality.