Su Xin had always sought to balance the powers of life, death, yin, and yang within his body. Though the forces within him had not yet achieved true equilibrium, the Duality Dao Swords could display far greater power in his hands than that one-use array disk ever could.
The yin-yang sword qi repelled and attracted one another, their power condensing into tiny storms. The sword intent outside was incomparably sharp, reaching an exquisitely delicate balance with the yin-yang power that continuously repelled yet merged with itself.
Previously, the Duality Dao Swords had relied solely on the formidable yin-yang power within them to grind down their enemies. But in Su Xin's hands, he could transform that power into true Yin-Yang Sword Intent.
Faced with this sword strike, Zhao Jiuling was genuinely afraid. He had previously intended to borrow the power of the Duality Dao Swords to defeat Su Xin, never expecting the things to instantly become secret treasures in Su Xin's hands.
Glancing at the Zaohua Taoist School martial artists below, Zhao Jiuling gritted his teeth. His body directly transformed into a cloud of mist, drifting several hundred feet away in an instant before turning and taking to the air, fleeing without a trace.
The instant Zhao Jiuling fled, the people of the Zaohua Taoist School were all left standing there in stunned silence.
They had never expected that Zhao Jiuling—a Divine Bridge Realm powerhouse, the lord of the Mystic Heaven Domain, and the leader of the Taoist Alliance who had just sworn again and again to protect them—would flee at such a moment.
In truth, Zhao Jiuling had not wanted to leave in such a humiliating fashion either. But when Su Xin struck just now, he had truly felt an overwhelming sense of danger descend upon him. If they continued