He was blasted down from high above the Primordial Spirit Sea, all the way back into the Spirit-Nurturing Palace.
Now, slammed back into the divine throne, Sikong Jingxiao's manifested soul form was visibly much weaker, even faintly translucent. The Red Talisman Sword Spirit in his hand had also clearly dimmed.
Boom!
The palace doors suddenly slammed shut.
He had forcibly sealed the Spirit-Nurturing Palace!
The lingering radiance of the Gold-Piercing Clapper shattered outside the Spirit-Nurturing Palace, unable to penetrate any further.
Sikong Jingxiao had attained Divine Presence several years before Jiang Wang. That was the confidence behind his decision to step forward and teach Jiang Wang a lesson.
No matter how peerlessly gifted one was, one still had to face the gap of time. And was Sikong Jingxiao not himself a prodigy chosen from among the best, one who had crushed all his peers?
Yet in this battle on the level of the soul, he had been utterly unable to fight back!
That door...
That ancient gate was simply too terrifying.
With the Sword Pavilion's thirty thousand years of inheritance, it could naturally find soul secret arts capable of opposing it. But their requirements were too demanding, and he had never managed to master one.
How difficult was it to cultivate a soul secret art of this caliber? How long had Jiang Wang been in Divine Presence? Just how profound was this man's soul foundation?
It was too late for regret or doubt. He had to win this battle. His personal humiliation would be the lesser matter; the Sword Pavilion's prestige would suffer as well!
Thus, his first choice was to seal the Spirit-Nurturing Palace and cease clashing with him head-on in the realm of the soul.
Then, gritting his teeth, he even braved the danger of damaging his foundation