Brilliant light blazed between heaven and earth, making Shen Yue and Bai Ninger instinctively shut their eyes. It reminded them of that night in Cangzhou's provincial capital when they had fought the evil ghost. That night, too, there had been a beam of powerful light that illuminated the darkness.
They could not see the battle between Li Qingqiu and Wei Tianxiong, but they could sense the momentum of Li Qingqiu's sword.
Unparalleled power!
Just how far did one have to cultivate to unleash a sword technique like that?
When the dazzling light faded, Shen Yue and Bai Ninger recovered their sight. Looking closely, they saw that only Li Qingqiu remained in the sky.
The boundless thunderclouds had been pierced by a massive hole. Sunlight streamed through the opening in the clouds and fell upon Li Qingqiu.
Li Qingqiu seemed to be draped in a garment woven from rosy clouds, making him appear radiant beyond measure.
Shen Yue watched Li Qingqiu's back, feeling ashamed of his own inferiority.
Perhaps he would never surpass Li Qingqiu in this lifetime.
Yet he felt no dejection. Instead, he was somewhat relieved.
Before meeting Li Qingqiu, he had never relied on anyone.
The old him would certainly have considered it a humiliation, but now he felt light and unburdened. Having someone to rely on was rather nice. At least, the pressure was not so great.
Li Qingqiu vanished from the sky and appeared in a wrecked forest.
Wei Tianxiong lay in a dirt pit, surrounded by bloodstains. His black robes were torn, and he looked as though he were on the verge of death.
Li Qingqiu raised his hand and threw out three needles. They were not aimed at Wei Tianxiong, but at the unconscious cultivator from Yan Dao Sect in the distance.
Wei Tianxiong