Jun Dingtian's body froze in midair.
The secret art of his Three Thousand Sword Daos had finally reached its end, exhausting all the power he had accumulated.
At this moment, his combat strength had plummeted to rock bottom. Though he was not entirely without fighting power, he was actually still slightly stronger than Princess Tianqing in her current state.
However, killing the two of them was no longer likely.
He had never expected things to end this way. Unexpected twists had arisen one after another.
At this moment, he still stared unwillingly at that banner wreathed in boundless Demonic Qi.
Yet he also knew full well that Princess Tianqing beside him would likely not give him this opportunity. Moreover, half of Ye Xiwen's body, which had been blasted to pieces, was recovering bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye. Before long, he would likely return to his peak.
By then, in a two-against-one battle, even he had no confidence of victory.
But if he gave up just like this, not only would he fail to obtain the banner, he would also fail to kill Ye Xiwen, this great thorn in his side. How could he possibly accept that?
At this moment, Jun Dingtian had undoubtedly fallen into a dilemma where he could neither advance nor retreat.
However, his dilemma lasted for less than a few breaths. He was, after all, a figure of immense talent and ambition. He understood the principle of cutting when it was time to cut; if he failed to make a prompt decision, he might very well leave his entire life here.
Just as he was determined to kill Ye Xiwen and eradicate future trouble, Ye Xiwen would likely not spare him either. Given the chance, Ye Xiwen would only strike down