Cheng Dun looked utterly bewildered. He had specially invited cultivators from the other four orthodox sects to watch the battle, all so he could slay the Holy Son of Chongming Sect with his sword before the entire Orthodox Dao!
But now, not only had he lost, he had also failed to see many of the methods the Holy Son of Chongming Sect had used in the first three battles! Even that Demonic Blade had never left its sheath!
His opponent still hadn't used his full strength!
Seeing the cracks spreading across Cheng Dun's body, Pei Ling said calmly, "The Cold Abyss Sword Sect's guardian sword, and the sword intent you just displayed, are indeed formidable."
"If my cultivation were still at the early stage of Integration, this battle would have been quite spectacular."
"I came to challenge the Sect Masters of the Nine Great Sects to seek the Great Dao. We're only deciding victory or defeat, not life or death."
"If you have no other trump cards or methods, then this battle ends here."
At his words, Cheng Dun came back to his senses. He looked at the figure standing before him, identical to himself, and was about to speak, hoping to win a chance to fight his opponent again, when the entire Dream Realm suddenly split in two like a sheet of thin paper!
Cheng Dun jolted awake, returning to the present world in an instant.
The whole of Five-Color Valley—even this entire stretch of heaven and earth—had been cleaved into two worlds by a narrow, condensed sword scar!
At some point, an all-too-familiar figure had appeared before him, its back turned toward him.
"Senior Brother..." Cheng Dun called out instinctively.
Cold Abyss Sword Sect.
Iron Sword City.
In the rear courtyard of a secluded manor in the