Life-Slaying

The former master and disciple fought a life-and-death struggle, their constantly shifting Dao Arts dismantling one another in a dazzling display.

Dong A was, after all, a Vice Chancellor of the state, a man in whom Du Ruhui placed his hopes for the future. Jiang Wang was even more formidable—a prodigy of the Qi State, standing alone with his sword, struggling through the mortal world.

This battle between them was a clash of equals, where life and death hung in the balance of a single moment.

The sweat accumulated over past years, superhuman decisiveness, the sheer talent for combat... there were many factors that determined victory or defeat, but Jiang Wang saw only life and death!

He wanted Dong A to die!

The Decaying Wood Art, pushed to the level of the Inner Palace, exerted a terrifying suppression over Wood Element Dao Arts of the same tier; the Three Lives Jade Tree had not even had the chance to truly manifest its effects before it was already being dismantled.

At this moment, Jiang Wang stepped over the flowing light scattered across the ground, his sword thrusting forward with the momentum of a setting sun crashing into the mountains.

A tragic, desolate aura assaulted Dong A's senses.

It made him realize that this was swordplay truly honed on the battlefield. The youth before him had endured countless brushes with death to stand here; he was someone who had truly gambled with his life!

The sword strike carried the momentum of no return; this sword was the Old General's Twilight.

It poured a lifetime of glory into a single strike.

It came with such resolution, and with such speed.

It aimed straight for the throat.

Dong A raised his right arm to block diagonally, faint green light churning.

Slash!

The sword light