Amid the hazy light, the sea-like spectacle of the Sacred Tree Covering the Sky Banyan appeared before them once more, blossoming within the middle atmosphere and leaving the heart refreshed and the spirit delighted.
"Heavenly Secrets..."
Jiang Ding's gaze turned icy, yet there was no killing intent within it.
Moreover, that coldness quickly faded, and his expression returned to normal, as though the one whose Dao Path had just been severed was not himself, but someone else.
"Huh?"
Jin Lingfeng waved her small hand in front of his eyes.
"You're alright?"
"I thought you'd fall into that bloodthirsty frenzy again. They all ran far away."
An Siyan adjusted her black-rimmed glasses, unable to make heads or tails of it.
Around them, True Person Gulin, Ouyang Hui, Liu Xiong, and the others had kept several kilometers apart even at their closest. Hearing this, they smiled awkwardly and returned once more.
"How could that be?"
Jiang Ding rolled his eyes. "When facing some great figure I absolutely can't defeat, how could I possibly have that kind of reaction? I'd be running away before I could blink. Why would I charge forward? I'm not insane."
"So that was it."
True Person Gulin returned and came to a sudden realization at his words.
Beneath the bloodthirsty madness displayed by the Great Sun Sword Sons of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion lay extreme cunning. When faced with an invincible opponent, they would never keep charging regardless.
They were not children of destiny. If they truly acted that way, they would have died eight hundred times over and never lived to see the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's glorious era.
In an instant, True Person Gulin's understanding of the various obsessive traditions of the Major Immortal Sects deepened considerably.
The Xuanwu Dao Child fought to the death