He Fuqiong said, "You've already fought once, fellow Daoist, and spent some of your cultivation."
"I sent my avatar to escort Junior Brother Cheng back to the sect. This battle will be fair."
Pei Ling replied without hesitation, "I don't need fairness."
He Fuqiong was slightly surprised, but quickly understood. A trace of approval flashed in his gaze as he looked at Pei Ling.
He said at once, "We can fight first."
"My avatar will return soon."
"If you can't even defeat me as I am now, there's no need to wait for my avatar to return."
"But if you can still contend with me after my avatar returns, I'll grant your wish."
Pei Ling furrowed his brow at that. After giving it some serious thought, he nodded. "All right!"
He Fuqiong raised an arm slightly, like a host welcoming a guest. "Please!"
Pei Ling said, "Please!"
As soon as the two had spoken, blade light and sword shadows sliced through the sky at the same time!
Cold Abyss Sword Sect.
A colossal flying sword stretched across the sky. Mountain ranges rose and fell along its length, shrouded in clouds and mist, like an immortal mountain floating among the clouds.
Countless sword lights rose and fell across it, crisscrossing the heavens. A vigorous Sword Intent filled every corner.
Buzz!
Suddenly, a brilliant sword light tore through the sky. In an instant, it cleaved through layer upon layer of emerald peaks, suppressing the sword intent blanketing the mountains. Its radiance blazed like the sun as it swept past the sect's gates and headed straight for the Sword Comprehension Abyss.
Thick clouds and mist swirled, while sword intent soared into the sky.
At the entrance to the Sword Comprehension Abyss, the Grand Elder guarding the place had just sensed something when