Jiang Tian's expression grew more solemn.
The Soul Blade seemed considerably stronger than he had expected.
Chu Feng might not have been much, but he was still the Azure Cloud Sect's leading Foundation Establishment cultivator. From his earlier clash with Dongfang Chonglou, Jiang Tian had seen that Chu Feng was far stronger than Dongfang Chonglou. Yet facing the Soul Blade, he hadn't lasted even a moment.
The instant Chu Feng's figure fell from the platform, the platform beneath Jiang Tian's feet began moving slowly toward the one opposite.
As the platform moved, it gave off a low rumble. The clouds below were pushed aside, revealing an unfathomable void.
On the opposite platform, the blood-red light gradually faded, as though a curtain were slowly being drawn back, revealing the Soul Blade's figure.
The distance between the platforms was already far shorter than before. After only a few breaths, the two platforms crashed together.
The shockwave of their collision sent both men's robes billowing and snapping in the wind.
"So you really were the one who lasted until the end."
A hoarse, withered voice came from the Soul Blade. It sounded like metal scraping against stone. Though quiet, it reached Jiang Tian's ears clearly.
"I knew it. Anyone who could last until the end in the Fourth Layer Secret Realm couldn't be as simple as they seemed." The Soul Blade spoke slowly.
"The aura around you makes me feel threatened." The Soul Blade wore a smile, but it was stiff and uncanny. He spoke as if talking to himself.
Jiang Tian stood still, tightening his grip on the three-foot sword.
"I have no way back. Only this Half-Step Dao Lord's inheritance can free me from my current predicament!"
The smile on the Soul Blade's face abruptly vanished, as though an invisible hand