In a corner of Dragon City, the blue-robed young man leaned against the wall and let out a long breath.
He was not the only one. There were several others in hiding elsewhere.
When Luo Zheng and Mo Yijian had crossed swords earlier, their nerves had been drawn taut like bowstrings.
The slightest accident just now would have prompted them to intervene.
Although Mo Yijian's cultivation was not high, his Heartflow Sword had reached the point of perfection. If he had truly wanted to kill Luo Zheng, stopping him at such close range would have been no easy task...
Seeing that Mo Yijian had merely broken one of Luo Zheng's swords before leaving, they finally relaxed.
"Mo Yijian may be a little madman, but in the end, he knows the bigger picture." The blue-robed young man shook his head and silently concealed himself as well.
As for Luo Zheng and Mo Yijian fighting in Dragon City and even bringing down a pavilion, the Dragon City guards had wisely chosen not to appear. Dragon City wielded tremendous authority in the Central Divine State, but ultimately, it was merely a threshold established by the Heavenly Palace.
Late at night, countless white starlights transformed into a rain of swords and descended...
Luo Zheng looked up at the unattainably lofty Supreme One Mountain, his expression complicated.
Although his battle with Mo Yijian had cost him the Having Snow Sword, it had also allowed Luo Zheng to see some things clearly.
Since entering the Mother World, joining Dao Sword Palace, and then transferring to Dragon City, he had encountered almost no peers who could compare with him.
The only one who had caught his eye was Ling Shuang.
But now he understood. It was not that the Mother World lacked geniuses who could match him;