After annihilating the frost and snow and cutting through the waves of flame, the sword shadow flashed and vanished into thin air.
Cheng Ding himself also began to change gradually in the process.
His sunken skull began to recover at a visible pace, and his cloudy, unfocused eyes regained their clarity.
Buzz~!
A special ripple spread outward.
Cheng Ding's originally feeble aura began to rise, and the sword intent, dulled by the scorching flames and biting frost, regained its former sharpness.
Under the influence of the sword intent, even the paths of the flickering flames began to repeat over and over. The entire Sword Ancestor Hall's training ground seemed to fall into a strange current of time.
Tiny arcs of electricity danced among the flickering flames.
But all of this lasted only a brief moment.
Sword-intent radiation powerful enough to stir terrifying phenomena and freeze everything in the outside world could only affect the flames slightly inside the Sword Ancestor Hall.
And that was only because Cheng Ding himself was Xu Xing's disciple.
In just a few seconds, the aura of decay and impending death faded from him.
Though he still hunched over and looked like an old man, his overall condition was far, far better than before.
"Your Dao injury has been purged. You have only a few minor external injuries left. Letting them heal gradually will do you some good, so I won't interfere," Xu Xing said, looking at him.
Though Cheng Ding's injuries looked severe, they weren't life-threatening. They couldn't compare at all to the injuries Li Ke had suffered before.
One had been inflicted by two Cang Ancestors at the Truth Insight stage; the other had been inflicted by Xuan himself.
There was simply no comparison between the two.
"This disciple understands. Sorry for the trouble,