He was not Xiao Kongtong!
He was Ba Zunan! Hua Changdeng jolted awake. Xiao Kongtong's sword had opened onto profound mysteries—not by forcibly stepping into the third realm, but by summoning Ba Zunan.
"Similar to Xiang Yaoyao's Great Summoning Technique..."
And with that turn of thought,
the aura opposite him had plainly changed as well.
In truth, Ba Zunan had never concealed himself from beginning to end. It was merely that the inertia of human thought made it difficult to turn one's mind around so quickly.
This Ten-Stage Sword Finger appeared to have been unleashed by Xiao Kongtong, yet its flavor was entirely different. This Sword Thought appeared to be something Xiao Kongtong could wield too, yet it stood on a higher level.
"He appeared so blatantly, yet I actually failed to recognize him at once..."
A point of cold light suddenly flashed, and Lingyu Snowstorm swept forth.
Ba Zunan brought his sword fingers together, nearly exhausting the limits of Dao Pointing across the three thousand sword paths. He gathered absolute power at his fingertips, using a point to break a surface.
And that surface was Hua Changdeng himself!
"Good!"
Rather than alarmed, Hua Changdeng was delighted.
As the cold glint of the sword finger reached his face, he leaned his upper body back slightly and, with the motion, drew Ghost Hunter from his waist, holding it suspended steadily before him.
Clang—
The lingering sword cry rang through the mountains, stirring every heart and soul.
At that critical instant, the dark cyan sword light flared, as though it had turned the night into day in an instant, allowing the spectators to see more clearly.
Ghost Hunter had two sides.
One side reflected the Dao Pointing edge of the Ten-Stage Sword Finger.
Like a demon-revealing mirror, it also made everyone realize