Wan Jianlai gritted his teeth and immediately pressed his sword forward. Ye Yunqiu's sword instantly issued a "creak, creak" grinding sound. When two swords clashed, the sturdier one would inevitably become a saw that destroyed the opposing sword. Wan Jianlai knew full well how formidable the Sorrowful Wind Divine Sword was. Even though it was a Sword Qi-type ritual sword, its hardness was absolutely beyond that of ordinary ritual swords.
Bang! Just as expected, that sword was sliced in half without any surprise. Ye Yunqiu borrowed the momentum of his retreat and sped backward, but Wan Jianlai had not the slightest intention of sparing his own son. The Sorrowful Wind Divine Sword flashed again and vanished into thin air. Then, as he advanced, a large area of fine sword marks suddenly appeared across Ye Yunqiu's chest, and blood stained his lapels crimson!
Wan Jianlai truly lived up to his reputation. Even in a state where one soul and one spirit had been extracted and had yet to recover, he still beat Ye Yunqiu to the point where he could barely fight back. The result was simply too cruel.
Ye Yunqiu had not received the true transmission. Perhaps that was the result of Wan Jianlai deliberately keeping his guard up, or perhaps he simply did not care much for this son.
However, Ye Yunqiu was, after all, the future strongest member of the younger generation of the Sacred Path Sect. His swordsmanship was no less fierce than his father's, but he would not be defeated in one or two moves. By retreating rapidly, he allowed Wan Jianlai to inflict only superficial wounds without causing fatal damage. Thus, while one continued retreating and recited a sword formula, the other stopped, swept his long sword across two fingers, and also used a sword