In the mountain forest.
When Nan Zhiwei appeared before Jiang Ning and Ye Zhengqi again,
he was already disheveled, dressed in rags, and stained with blood.
Yet on his exposed flesh, not the slightest wound could be seen.
Jiang Ning understood that it was not because Nan Zhiwei had not been injured. Rather, the external wounds on Nan Zhiwei's body had already healed in that brief span.
"Patrol Envoy Jiang, what sword technique was that?" Nan Zhiwei asked, looking at the ordinary-looking long sword in Jiang Ning's hand.
"Superior-grade sword technique, the Twofold Yin-Yang Sword!" Jiang Ning replied.
"The Twofold Yin-Yang Sword? What a profound sword technique. It's beyond the reach of ordinary superior-grade sword techniques!" Nan Zhiwei sighed with emotion.
After taking the brunt of the explosive force behind Jiang Ning's sword just now, he knew that Jiang Ning's strength had already surpassed his own—Jiang Ning possessed the power to defeat him.
That sword had made him feel as though he were facing the true might of Heaven itself. The eruption of Sword Qi had been like the Heavenly River pouring down, something no human strength could withstand.
If he had not already completed Seven Blood Exchanges and tempered his body until it could be called indestructible, that sword would have taken half his life.
Even now, although the injuries on his skin had healed through his body's immense Vitality, four remnants of Sword Intent were still rampaging through him, damaging his internal organs.
"Patrol Envoy Jiang, I'd like to experience that move of yours from just now—the one that was like the Great Sun." Nan Zhiwei looked at Jiang Ning with a solemn expression.
Seeing his serious expression, Jiang Ning immediately nodded.
"Very well!"
"Thank you!" Nan Zhiwei was instantly shaken, delight appearing on his face.
For him,