Parasitic Deity

Wang Qi raised his right hand high, gripping his sword in reverse. Sword Light circled between his chest and abdomen, wrapping around his torso.

Xiao Zong's longsword became savage Sword Light, pouring out like a torrential rain from a sword stance where wind and clouds converged all around. Ordinarily, such a sword stance would be difficult to defend against. Yet the Sword Light on Wang Qi's longsword was soft as rippling water. With a gentle turn and drift, it painted a scene like rain striking banana leaves, effortlessly batting aside all of Xiao Zong's attacks.

Xiao Zong had never imagined that his newly comprehended realm would suffer a setback on its very first use. He only felt that his pride had been wounded. In his towering rage, he no longer showed mercy. His Sword Intent was like the heavens, his sword stance like the wind, and his Sword Qi like thunder. His essence, qi, and spirit clung to his longsword, evolving the ferocity of heavenly punishment within a space no larger than an inch.

Yet Wang Qi's Sword Intent was impossible to understand. It seemed empty, mysterious beyond mystery. [In truth, Wang Qi had not simulated or displayed any Sword Intent at all this time. Since there was "nothing," it was naturally "empty" and "mysterious."] He merely swept the corner of his eye across his opponent's sword stance, then lightly used faint Sword Qi to detonate its weak points.

More than half of Wang Qi's attention was still focused on analyzing the interaction between the mysterious "spirit entity" inside Xiao Zong and the Tai Chu Sword God Formation.

Ever since Xiao Zong accepted the "system," his mind had become separated from his mana. In reality, he was using the system to control his mana. The more he relied on the