I could have drawn my sword at that moment and released the power of the black clouds I had absorbed from Gan Qing, catching Du Jinchun off guard and at least making him take a nasty fall. But when I thought of how this power was the foundation for separating the Tai'a Sword, I immediately held back and said, "Senior, why be so unreasonable? At worst, I'll just say I'm sorry. Surely this isn't worth fighting and killing over, is it?"
"Oh? You're backing down now, boy? Are you the Sword Demon's disciple? You're such a coward—does your master know?" Du Jinchun sneered as his attacks grew even more ferocious. Yet the azure stone shield was like a tortoise shell, using the other party's energy to reinforce its own defenses. It was practically flawless!
"Heh heh. If Senior likes to think that way, then go ahead." I gritted my teeth. His words struck straight at my heart. If the energy in my sword had not been so hard-won, I would never have clung to my defense like this.
Yun Bingxin saw me guarding her from in front, and I had no idea what she was thinking. Not only did she push the power of her domain to its limit, she even began chanting a spell. I frowned, but she soon said, "Fellow Daoist Xia, hold him off a little longer!"
"I... What are you trying to do?" My expression froze. Yun Bingxin was being reckless too—did she really intend to use the sword arts of the pseudo-Spirit Transformation realm against Du Jinchun? He was a true Spirit Transformation cultivator. How were we supposed to fight him?
Yet Yun Bingxin showed not the slightest trace of fear. Seeing that I had blocked the other party's attacks, she even intended to use