"He retreated!"
"The Ghost Sword Immortal was forced back!"
Even though it had only been half a step, the spectators on Lingyu Mountain erupted at once.
This was a Holy Emperor, and his true body had come in person. Not to mention that both Ghost Hunter and Intent Ghost had emerged, yet he had still been forced back half a step.
Most crucially, Intent Ghost had blocked from afar—and blocked nothing at all.
After the Hundred Ghost Altar was deployed, it had failed from beginning to end to isolate any attacks.
All defenses had become mere decorations beneath Ba Zunan's Ancient Sword Arts, true and false weaving back and forth in endless repetition.
—And he had been slapped across the face! "Was that foreshadowing?"
"The Ghost Sword Immortal versus the Eighth Sword Immortal—though the first exchange was fought from afar, he retreated half a step! What comes next?"
"I don't think so! The Ghost Sword Immortal was merely careless. He never expected Ba Zunan to dare take such a risk at the very end. He was only relying on Xiao Kongtong's body, knowing he himself could not be harmed, right?"
"If they truly face each other head-on, not only has his Ten-Stage Sword Finger already been worn down until it has no real destructive power, the Ghost Sword Immortal's counterattack will surely be enough to make Ba Zunan suffer!"
"But I don't think there's any 'if.' Half a step is still a step; winning by half a notch is still a notch... oh, it is still a win."
"Heh heh, then I think Ba Zunan has three losses. He still does not dare reveal his true body—that is one loss. He successfully provoked the Ghost Sword Immortal's fury—that is two losses. With those two losses, he has already lost three