It was not that Ye Tian's Dao was not strong enough, but that the old Daoist before him, Zhang Changning, was far too powerful. Thirteen thousand years of accumulated momentum—the might of it had long surpassed what a half-step Quasi-Saint could withstand.
Even if it was merely the accumulated momentum of a Broken Sword, greatly diminishing its power, it was still not something an ordinary person could resist.
Had it been a complete sword, even a true Quasi-Saint might not have been able to receive this strike. Even the Heavenly Dao would have had to retreat before it!
It was precisely because it was only a Broken Sword that Ye Tian had the confidence to receive this sword strike. At this moment, countless Daos evolved within Ye Tian's Dao Fire. Though they continually collapsed and were devoured, Ye Tian's expression did not change in the slightest.
It was as though all of this lay within his expectations. A sharp glint flickered in his eyes, and he did not retreat at all. Holding the fire sword, he continuously swung it through the air. The countless Daos formed from Dao Fire kept collapsing and being born anew.
The sword radiance of the old Daoist Zhang Changning pressed forward step by step, advancing with unstoppable force. That sword drew ever closer to Ye Tian—from a thousand zhang, to a hundred zhang, to ten zhang, until only one zhang remained.
Though this one-zhang distance had not yet reached Ye Tian's body, the might of the sword had already sliced through his skin. His entire body was bathed in blood, and his flesh seemed to be covered by a blood-red spiderweb.
At the very sharpest point of the blade, Ye Tian's body, which had achieved Dao through the physical body, was directly pierced through, exposing