The gulf between the eighth and seventh poles was terrifying. Even a seventh-pole Sword Heaven like Li Guxian could not resist. Everyone watched the sword energy vanish in an instant and imagined themselves in her place. If they still harbored any hope of resisting, that was nothing but arrogance.
Li Poxiao's brows drew together slightly. No one understood Li Guxian's situation better than he did. Her strength had always been second only to mine, and her swordsmanship was unmatched. He was even her disciple in the way of the sword; the foundation of his own swordsmanship had developed from Guxian's Sword Dao.
An unusual look flickered across Xia Ruize's face. Back in the Ninth Heaven, even when he, the Sword Demon, stormed into Heavenly City, he had to show deference to the Sword God and dared not approach the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect. Now that a powerhouse like Li Guxian had attained the Dao, he hardly dared breathe in her presence. Yet I had effortlessly dispelled her law. His wariness of me had turned into fear.
Of course, most of the Dao-attained immortals felt alarmed instead. Once Creation Heaven and Dao Attainment Heaven merged, three immortals with eighth-pole Dao Foundations would march against us. Then it would become a grand spectacle of mutual devouring. Either you devoured me or I swallowed you. Coexistence was absolutely impossible.
That was precisely why the Three Pure Ones wore such complicated expressions. This time, no one could help me. I could only help myself.
"Your big sister here doesn't understand fighting and all that. Why don't we ask Haoxi for help? I'll go speak to her," Han Shanshan said, her face full of worry.
Zhao Qian also said, "Brother Tian, not every eighth-pole immortal can compare with you, the Immortal Venerable of Creation... perhaps