The madness in the old man's eyes gradually faded amid the scarlet bloodlight.
In that instant, he clearly understood that he had to kill the Youth in Green Robes before him in order to live.
Otherwise, death was certain.
"Ke ke ke ke..."
"Sword cultivator!"
The Old Man in Blood Robe gradually regained his reason and laughed strangely. "Who would have thought that, after roaming the world all my life, I would be forcibly bound, restrictions placed upon me, and used as a whetstone for some junior sword cultivator."
"So be it. My strength is indeed inferior."
"May I ask which sect or school you come from, little friend?"
"My sect is too obscure to mention."
Jiang Ding smiled faintly. "Senior, how about this? You kill yourself. That way, I will not get to profit from you, and would that not be the best of both worlds?"
"Hahaha, little friend, you are quite amusing."
"It has not come to that, not yet. There is still a thread of life."
The Old Man in Blood Robe laughed heartily. "Sword Dao Sect like yours, the kind that enjoys using life-and-death battles to sharpen their juniors' swords, often have one or two principles. For example, your sect elders should stand by and watch as I beat you to death, then let me leave. Sword cultivators are proud and twisted like that. That is my chance at survival."
"Of course, there are also sword Dao sects that do not care for such propriety."
"Then I can only resign myself to fate."
Buzz!
The vast starry sky was blanketed in bloodlight. Countless corpses and bones rose and sank within it, while an almost real World Illusion unfurled across more than seven thousand kilometers. Order revolved within it, the sun and moon alternated, and countless strands