Dragon-Tiger truly lived up to its reputation as a supreme Daoist Art secretly passed down by the Old Yang Imperial Clan. It could absolutely determine the fate of the world. In this battle, at just the right moment, it decided the outcome.
But Jiang Wang knew perfectly well that he had already lost to Ning the Swordsman in their contest of swordsmanship.
It was true that his Dao Path still wasn't clear enough or complete enough. The Dao Path Sword of Xin Pavilion alone couldn't be considered his strongest sword technique. He also believed that the Mountain-Toppling Sword he'd unleashed in the form of the Sword Immortal, bringing together the power of his Five Supernatural Powers, was beyond Ning the Swordsman's ability to withstand.
And yet, that was how things had played out in battle.
He'd intended to end the fight with his swordsmanship, only to lose by more than a little in their contest of swordsmanship.
He'd thought he'd taken Ning the Swordsman very seriously, but the overwhelming advantage he held at the Inner Palace level had still led him to underestimate her swordsmanship.
It had rung a mighty Warning Bell for him.
He wasn't the only one in the world striving to improve, nor was he the only one capable of making progress.
For a peerless talent like Ning the Swordsman, with such a powerful background, it was hardly unusual for her to advance by leaps and bounds under the devoted guidance of her sect's experts.
Jiang Wang sheathed his sword and extinguished the light of his Five Palaces. He praised her sincerely, "That sword strike just now was truly beyond the ken of gods and ghosts!"
Ning the Swordsman's expression was perfectly calm. Or perhaps that overly ordinary face she'd made for herself simply wasn't suited to