Ning Wanren had never dreamed that the kidnappers Xu Yi mentioned came from the Immortal Realm.
He had assumed that, given Xu Yi's abilities, the organization capable of abducting those closest to him could only have come from the Barren Frontier.
What he didn't know was that the words "Barren Frontier" had been the very thing that gave him away.
He cursed his bad luck.
Still, judging by the situation, Xu Yi remained convinced that he had kidnapped the people. This misunderstanding might work in his favor.
He decided to display his overwhelming power and make Xu Yi understand just how vast the heavens were, so the man would stop pestering him.
So, as he watched Xu Yi's Sword Light—bright enough to nearly split the sky—shoot toward him, Ning Wanren suddenly closed his eyes. Like a lifelong gourmand confronted with the finest delicacy, he didn't budge, letting all twenty-three streaks of Sword Light strike him.
A series of sharp cracks rang out as Ning Wanren's clothes burst apart. Countless fine lines appeared across his skin, like cracks in granite.
"Such pure Thunder True Intent. I truly wonder what kind of treasure could possess it. This sorrowful intent is refined enough to invade the spirit—a peerless art beneath the heavens. And these twenty-three streaks of Sword Light... Even among those old monsters, I've never seen such exquisite swordplay. This attack is as close to perfection as it gets. It's just a pity you're too weak."
After offering his critique, Ning Wanren wore a faint, contemptuous smile.
"Who exactly are you? Surely you don't expect me to verify it with Xuan Zhuang again. Do you think that would accomplish anything?"
Xu Yi demanded in a low voice.
He realized things had gone somewhat off course. By comparison, he would much rather Xia