With a single sword strike, a profound and unfathomable Sword Intent Lock fixed itself upon Ling Qing.
It was as though everything about him had already been calculated.
Ling Qing formed a sword seal and raised the Immortal-Ending Sword. In an instant, that inescapable feeling vanished.
The originally profound and inscrutable sword momentum also became clear.
Seeing through its changes, he thrust the Immortal-Ending Sword, striking precisely at a critical point in the Macaque King's flow.
The Macaque King sensed that if he did not change his move in time, he would once again be cut down by Ling Qing's flying sword.
"Hm?" The Macaque King gave a soft grunt and hastily changed his sword momentum, trying to shake off the Immortal-Ending Sword and break through from the side.
Yet no matter how he changed, the Immortal-Ending Sword barely seemed to alter at all. With only a slight turn, it pointed straight at the weak link in his move.
In the span of a spark, he changed his sword momentum countless times, yet every variation was broken by Ling Qing's Immortal-Ending Sword.
Seeing the two swords about to collide, the Macaque King hurriedly guided his hand seal, and the flying sword in the air retreated at high speed.
In his eyes, though his opponent was young, the transformations in his sword momentum encompassed all things. It was as though they were the natural bane of his swordsmanship.
No matter how he changed, he could not evade them.
Even if he wished to rely on his formidable cultivation to clash head-on, the result would only be Ling Qing avoiding the edge and striking from the flank.
The Macaque King withdrew his sword with tremendous speed. Though Ling Qing could see through his intentions, he could not catch up and had no