Yu Qianzi quietly watched the youth in green robes before her.
Nascent Soul Stage.
Her hand unconsciously settled on her sword hilt.
Over the past several thousand years, was this the moment she had come closest to him?
Though they were not in the same realm—she was one realm higher.
Still, if she could slay someone close to an Upper Realm Immortal Sect Sword Son across realms, it would bring enormous benefits to many sword cultivators. It could already be called a Glory Sword Combat.
Glory Sword Combat concerned strength alone.
Jiang Ding's gaze also heated slightly before gradually subsiding. He sighed softly. "Stop it, you foolish fellow. During the war, I cannot duel anyone now."
"If you make a move, I will kill you alone first."
"If some exceedingly, exceedingly unlikely accident occurs, I will not fight to the death. I will use the military formation to suppress and kill you instead. The Immortal Sect Realm Passage cannot suffer an accident for any reason."
His voice carried profound helplessness.
Yu Qianzi, who had advanced to the Void Refinement realm, had already fully met the requirements. But he truly had no time now. He would have to wait until he relinquished his military rank, or until more special circumstances arose, before he could cultivate as a sword cultivator.
"Hmph!"
"You fool without even a shred of sword cultivator's honor."
Yu Qianzi gave a light snort, feeling inexplicably happy.
Yet that happiness seemed to affect her. Her aura began to show subtle disorder, as did the soul that had already undergone a slight Sword Soul transformation.
She hurriedly focused her mind and held her breath, entering the Ice Heart state.
"Is this the path you wish to create?"
"Extreme Detachment?"
Jiang Ding saw at a glance what had happened to her