God-Rank Martial Soul!
Rumble!
On the lotus platform, thunderous booms rang out without end.
Lin Bai and Su Tingzong each controlled nine divine dragons, driving them fiercely toward one another. Every collision sent tens of millions of sword gleams spreading outward, and in the blink of an eye, the lotus platform was utterly destroyed.
"Although his Nine Divine Dragon Slashes look nearly as powerful as mine, they are actually somewhat weaker. But why is it that whenever I fight him, I still end up at a disadvantage?"
Su Tingzong was covered in wounds. Clutching his sharp sword, he retreated a hundred meters and stared coldly at Lin Bai, pondering the question in his heart.
Su Tingzong could clearly sense that Lin Bai's Nine Divine Dragon Slashes were less powerful than his own, yet every time their sword gleams collided, he was the one who fell behind—as if some hidden mystery lay within them!
That mystery had made up for the insufficient power of the Nine Divine Dragon Slashes!
After pondering for a long while, Su Tingzong's eyes suddenly flashed. It seemed he had thought of something, and he murmured inwardly, "Is it experience and talent?"
"Did his practical combat experience and talent make up for the shortcomings in the sword technique's power?"
"If his practical combat experience and talent really made up for the flaws in the sword technique's power, then just how many people has this man killed to gain such terrifying combat experience? How heaven-defying must his talent in the Sword Dao be to possess such methods?"
"No!"
"No!"
"I don't believe it!"
Su Tingzong refused to believe that Lin Bai had used his own combat experience and talent to make up for the sword technique's flaws. He shook his head repeatedly and said, "I don't believe there's