However, Xuandan's succession of unexpected moves had also made the Quasi-Saints wary of drawing any hasty conclusions.
It was hard to guess who would claim first place in this Grand Competition.
Standing on the Arena, Duobao stood proudly, Qingping Sword in hand.
His daoist robe fluttered despite the lack of wind, revealing his confident expression.
He stared at Xuandan, who stood not far away, then suddenly shook his head.
"Junior Brother, my Sword Dao is peerless in its sharpness. If I don't give it my all, I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat you."
"If I do give it my all... I may not be able to hold back."
"This sword was comprehended thanks to the Tianxin Pill and the Breakthrough Pill, and also because I helped you. I don't want to use it to hurt you."
"After all, you're only a Golden Immortal. You've already made it this far, so why not admit defeat?"
Duobao's sharp gaze settled on Xuandan as he advised him in a grave voice.
When he finished speaking, he stood with his hands behind his back, like a reclusive expert atop the clouds.
Xuandan looked puzzled.
"Senior Brother, you mean... you're sure to win?"
Duobao nodded. "This sword is invincible!"
"I have absolute confidence."
"Against this sword of mine, your Alchemy Dao, Poison Path, and Divine Fire won't have a chance to harm me in the slightest."
"I took the Breakthrough Pill and prepared for this battle for ten thousand years, all for the sake of this one sword."
"Three million sword immortals in the Prehistoric World—before this sword of mine, every one of them lowers their head!"
Xuandan's pupils trembled.
Damn, Duobao's little combo was pretty impressive!
He seemed to understand, then gritted his teeth and said, "In that case... don't blame me,