The reason he had been able to capture Pei Ling so smoothly was because Tao Wendu had changed one "cause"!
He had found a "cause" in which Pei Ling wouldn't have drawn his saber just then and used it to suppress him directly, giving him no chance to fight back!
Of course, he was the only one who knew about this change to the "cause." No one else would remember anything that had happened before it was changed.
As his thoughts turned, Tao Wendu gazed at Pei Ling, suppressed in the middle of [Mountain in Hand], and said gently, "Holy Son Pei, the winner has..."
Before he could finish the word "been decided," a powerful, terrifying saber intent suddenly surged from within [Mountain in Hand]. In the next instant, a streak of Blood Saber Qi shot into the sky, instantly breaking through [Mountain in Hand]'s seal and hurtling straight toward Tao Wendu!
Whoosh!
The saber qi tore through the air, crimson as a waterfall.
Splurt!
Amid the spray of blood and flesh, Tao Wendu's right arm, the one holding [Mountain in Hand], flew high into the air.
Blood splashed, swiftly blossoming across the sky.
Tao Wendu's expression changed. [Mountain in Hand] fell to the ground and instantly transformed into countless towering mountains, thrusting up from the earth, majestic and boundless.
Amid the mountains, a clean, smooth fissure suddenly appeared. A figure wrapped in blood and baleful intent burst out from within it, smashing through the mountain!
Whoosh!
A dark shadow flashed. Pei Ling stood in midair, saber intent surging around him and spreading unchecked.
His voice was icy. "Forget!"
All of Tao Wendu's movements abruptly stopped. Pei Ling spoke again, his voice vast and resonant. "Multitude!"
Countless replicas of the Ancestor Sword appeared out of thin air, like cascading waterfalls