The previous-generation Great Sun Sword Son at Dao Integration Mid Stage knelt before the current Great Sun Sword Master, all fighting spirit lost.
Clang!
Jiang Ding drew his sword, and a streak of sword light cleaved straight down through the air.
Ming Guangzi was struck without any power to resist. The shield around his body shattered, and he crashed fiercely into the starry sky, coughing up blood without end.
He remained silent, struggled back up, and continued to prostrate himself on the ground.
The surrounding sword cultivators were as silent as cicadas in winter.
The killing intent around them grew ever colder. It had not changed in the slightest because of his opponent's surrender. Death seemed ready to descend at any moment.
Ming Guangzi trembled.
He knew that this killing intent was real and true.
The current Great Sun Sword Master had no friendship with him whatsoever. There was absolutely no possibility that he was merely trying to frighten him. Killing intent was killing intent.
Even his soul was nearly frozen solid!
"Sword Master!"
"I cannot see any hope now!"
With death looming over him, Ming Guangzi roared, "For tens of thousands of years, I have never been able to get any closer to a true Upper Realm Immortal Cult Dao Child! I have tried countless times, fought bloody battles countless times, and it has been completely useless!"
"Even approaching an Inheritance Disciple has been exceedingly difficult!"
"The Great Sun Sword Dao is far too immature. It has only a few hundred thousand years of history. Compared to the ancient immortal sects' inheritances spanning tens of millions of years, compared to the exquisite cultivation arts deduced by generation after generation of supreme beings, it falls far too short!"
"The Great Sun Sword Dao lies in the future!"
"But the future