Boom!
Qing Weixin's Sword Qi also blasted forth, but it lasted barely an instant before being fiercely overwhelmed by the Sword Qi. She did not even have time to react before she was instantly knocked out of the arena. The old man slowly closed his eyes, then slowly returned his sword to its sheath. He looked toward us, and only then did he retreat and leave like a receding tide.
I drew in a sharp breath and said, "Let's change sword platforms. I'm afraid none of us can beat this old senior."
Everyone immediately looked at one another. Even after coming out, Qing Weixin was still staring in stunned silence. Only after hearing my words did she snap back to reality. "But... why?"
"You didn't notice? He's merged with the great formation, almost as if he transformed himself into the Dao and remained here. That deep, concentrated look he gave us, followed by his carefree departure, was enough to show that he isn't an illusion left behind here. He's the real person, lingering here..." I said calmly.
"What!? Really?" Qingwei Taishang wore an astonished expression, while Liulisha's little mouth fell open. "Then doesn't that mean I have no chance?"
"Heh, we haven't challenged Laojun Mountain or Taishang Dao yet, have we? Pick one of those two. Of course, if you want to challenge yourself, you could ask Weixin and then try your luck." I smiled. I already had a clear idea of the old man's strength. He absolutely counted as a hidden figure here, and his abilities and reputation were probably no less than those of the Three Wicked Immortals from the same era.
"Weixin, do you think I have any chance of winning? When you faced this old senior, did you see any weakness?" Liulisha hurriedly asked.
"Huh? Oh..."