"Lü Jian is going to lose!"
True Monarch Qingshui's face remained expressionless, but a trace of weariness and regret showed in his eyes.
To cultivators, the suppression of Domain power meant something they all understood.
Howling Moon gripped his blade, his aura growing ever stronger as he brutally suppressed Lü Jian. There was something of a cat toying with a mouse about it. He did not merely want to defeat his opponent—he wanted to crush his will and trample the Tianli Sect beneath his feet.
Lü Jian's body began to tremble. At last, he understood just how vast the gap between them was.
His opponent had already condensed the seed of the Great Dao and achieved a qualitative breakthrough. His Sword Domain was completely suppressed; he did not have even the slightest chance of winning, unless...
A brilliant light suddenly burst from his eyes. Above his head, a Nascent Soul emerged, instantly erupting with a powerful will that actually blocked the opponent's Blade Domain.
"Is that... burning his Nascent Soul?"
Howling Moon's gaze sharpened slightly, then mockery appeared on his face. "You want to burn your Nascent Soul? You clearly have no idea that you are facing someone like me, someone who can step into Spirit Roaming at any moment. You still want to burn your Nascent Soul and fight me? You truly don't know your own limits!"
"Then I'll burn a little more!"
Howling Moon's Blade Domain suddenly surged again. The void shattered inch by inch, and its overwhelming might forced Lü Jian's Sword Domain to shrink back once more. Lü Jian staggered a step backward, his face turning even paler.
"Kill!"
Lü Jian struck first. He no longer used his Sword Domain to resist. The sword technique unleashed by his burning Nascent Soul blazed like the Scorching Sun