A Single Saber Cleaves in Two

Xiang Yang was not arrogant; he simply had his own understanding of two different levels of power. If Qiao Zhen had been at his peak, Xiang Yang naturally would not have been his match.

But now, Qiao Zhen's primordial spirit was merely lingering on its last breath, and his greatest Innate advantage had vanished without a trace. What right did he have to contend with Xiang Yang?

It was now equivalent to Qiao Zhen at the limit of the Postnatal realm fighting the present Xiang Yang. His spiritual cultivation might have been somewhat higher, but his true qi cultivation and physical body were far inferior, so he was not even as strong as he had been at the peak of the Postnatal realm.

Under such circumstances, Xiang Yang did not believe he would lose. If he had not feared the other man's Innate strength earlier and resorted to defensive moves, then with the power of Divine Saber Slash combined with his current cultivation, he could have defeated him in a single stroke.

Qiao Zhen was also somewhat startled. Feeling the rebounding force transmitted through his hand, he took a step back, held his saber horizontally before him, and stared solemnly at Xiang Yang, his face full of disbelief.

The other man had actually remained untouched by the corruption of his demonic saber intent. How was that possible?

He also knew something of Divine Saber Transformation. It was not a divine art that could be achieved overnight; one had to advance move by move, steadily increasing its demonic nature. This stage could take as little as five years, or stretch on for an unknown length of time. Only afterward could one use the final move, Refine Demon, Transform Demon into God, to cultivate Divine Saber Transformation, causing one's realm to soar