Xi Ping'an's body stiffened.
He had nearly forgotten that, back when the Great Sun Sword Son had still been at the Golden Core Stage, Xi Ping'an had hunted him down in the Great Sun Sword Sect.
He had thought the other party had forgotten as well.
"Wait for death."
"You are beyond saving."
Jiang Ding slowly drew his sword and said coldly, "Everyone who wants to kill me—past, present, or future—must die. That will not change."
"Even if the Heavenly King himself came."
"No one can change it."
Clang!
The sword was drawn.
It was about to sever this Golden Sword soul fragment.
Not only now—later, he would also hack its true body, together with its divine kingdom, into pieces, and grind its soul into ashes.
"Cannot be changed?"
Xi Ping'an's expression remained calm, as though he did not see the sword about to cut him apart.
"I possess the Great Sun Sword Son Inheritance, an inheritance of the Deity Transformation Stage."
Whoosh!
The Supreme Clarity Flying Sword landed steadily against his brow and did not advance another inch.
Jiang Ding stared uncertainly at the soul fragment before him.
"Ming Guangzi was not a Sword Son like you, one corrupted by the Eastern Extreme Demonic Sect."
Xi Ping'an smiled freely. "He would not fear being surpassed by those who came after him, then seal away the inheritance so that he alone could remain ahead.
"The Great Sun Sword Sect could not bear a Deity Transformation inheritance, so he placed the Sword Pavilion's Deity Transformation inheritance with me, hoping against hope that a true Sword Son would be born within the Great Sun Sword Sect."
"The lifespan of an Incense God is long. Even after endless years had passed, even if my True Self had been eroded by the Power of