Probing Each Other's Trump Cards

In the flash of lightning, a Dragon Fist infused with boundless might had already struck Feng Jiuxuan's three-foot azure blade.

The razor-sharp sword blade began to tremble in fine vibrations, and at the instant the two collided completely, that trembling force nearly shook the Nameless Ancient Sword from Feng Jiuxuan's grasp.

Feng Jiuxuan had encountered countless formidable foes throughout his life. Whether it was the Emperor of Xien or the Lord of Ancient Abyss before him, he had accumulated corresponding countermeasures against the affinities they possessed over the years.

The instant before the Nameless Ancient Sword flew from his hand, the originally tough and sharp blade in Feng Jiuxuan's grasp softened as though it had been struck by bone-melting powder.

At the sight, a thoughtful glint flickered through White Emperor's dragon eyes.

Even now, though the countless streets of the prefectural city had already been destroyed by the aftershocks, neither side had truly unleashed their full strength. They were still probing one another.

The instant the change occurred, White Emperor sensed that the sword in Feng Jiuxuan's hand had not softened. What had softened was the force of impact from his fist wind.

He could not instantly discern the principle behind such a transformation, but he understood the other party's intent.

Feng Jiuxuan wanted to redirect the force.

And through this, White Emperor learned the limit of the Great Yan Sword Saint's physical strength under ordinary circumstances.

Because of that night in Di'an, White Emperor possessed an absolute intelligence advantage over Feng Jiuxuan. But just as he had told his daughter that night—

[If victory and defeat could be decided merely by watching, then what use would there be in fighting?]

Many things had to be experienced firsthand before they could be judged accurately.

Having obtained the intelligence he wanted,