"Your turn..."
Jiang Yan stood high in the sky, looking down over the black earth. A gigantic fist took shape, locking firmly onto Jian Twelve.
The moment his opponent showed a weakness, he would strike.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
A dense killing intent spread downward. The air all around nearly solidified. Caught within it, Jian Twelve was like an insect trapped in amber; every move he made was utterly suppressed.
"You?"
Jian Twelve raised his hand, and the rusty bronze sword behind him flew into his grasp.
Crack, crack!
Crack, crack!
As Jian Twelve gripped the rusty bronze sword, the rust covering it fell away once more. Its blade grew brighter and brighter, shining with dazzling white light.
"I admit, I underestimated you."
The second swordsman's gaze traveled up along the blade, finally stopping at the tip.
At some point, a small notch had appeared there.
He knew it had formed when he had just clashed with Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan hadn't used the ultimate weapon he'd imagined. With just one strike of a divine ability, he had completely suppressed him—and casually killed several Divine Might Army soldiers who had come with him.
Such strength was already beyond his own.
Before this, he'd thought that although he had already underestimated Jiang Yan, with his strength as a veteran Wén Realm martial artist, he should still be able to protect his fellow sect members and retreat unharmed.
"Sir, how about we make a deal? Let me leave!"
"I can swear to the Heavenly Dao that I'll never trouble you again."
Jian Twelve took a defensive stance and stepped back, intending to make peace.
The deaths of his fellow sect members filled him with rage, but beyond that rage was a trace of fear, because he couldn't see through Jiang Yan's strength at