Just as the aura reached its most violent peak, a deep-blue figure suddenly appeared beside Li Poxiao, grabbed him, and flew off to the side at a speed that chased the stars and raced the moon—blindingly fast! Immediately afterward, a white figure pursued the blue one at an even faster speed. When I took a closer look, who else could it be but my Sword Devil Master?
That blue figure was none other than Li Taichong. At that moment, Li Taichong was in an utterly sorry state. His whole body was covered in bloody wounds. After all, he had been right at the very center of the attack range; even an immortal would have found it difficult to retreat unscathed. Yet now he had escaped with Li Poxiao!
"Big-Nosed! You run when you can't win—is that all you're capable of? Is this the bearing a Sword Saint should have? Heh heh, fine! Don't call yourself the Sword Saint anymore. You might as well call yourself the Runaway Saint!" The Sword Devil Master, blazing with fury, pursued him relentlessly. From what I could see, he wasn't in good shape either. He was at least covered in wounds, and not much of his strength remained. After all, while supporting the Minor Executioner Immortal Formation, he had also used two immensely powerful sword techniques. Not just anyone could have done that.
"Heh heh. Old Devil, I know you went all out this time. I had no wish to truly fight you either. The great war across the Nine Provinces can no longer be stopped, and I can't beat you. So what if I admit defeat? There's nothing shameful about that. But the people of the Nine Provinces still need me to uphold justice, and I can't exhaust all my strength here." Li Taichong