"True Person, you worry too much. We were merely sparring and discussing the Great Dao." Kunpeng smiled. "I have long been eager to witness True Person Dao Qing's marvelous arts. I only hope you will not begrudge me your instruction."
"It should be Dao Qing who asks Fellow Daoist Kunpeng for instruction."
"Please!" Kunpeng said no more. With his hands clasped behind his back, he stepped into the space between them and nodded.
Seeing this, Ling Qing did not dare let down his guard. He immediately reached out and gripped the Immortal-Slaying Sword in his hand.
A faint, almost imperceptible aura of killing tribulation spread toward Kunpeng.
Sensing that trace of aura, Kunpeng's heart tightened. It was a sign that danger lay hidden beneath the surface.
He did not dare be careless either. Forming hand seals, he unleashed the Kunpeng demonic art he had comprehended.
His aura instantly shifted through a thousand transformations, as though he had merged with the entirety of heaven and earth.
The aura of killing tribulation Ling Qing emitted found nowhere to cling to.
Ling Qing only felt his sword intent of slaughter settle upon Kunpeng's body as though it had seized countless Kunpengs, yet also as though it had seized nothing at all.
That polar contradiction made him exceedingly uncomfortable.
Knowing that if he struck with his sword now, he would certainly fail to hit Kunpeng, he did not dare draw his blade rashly.
The Immortal-Slaying Sword was like a missile: if it could lock onto its target, then no matter where that target was, once the sword struck, it would surely trigger their death tribulation and leave them dead, their Dao extinguished.
Yet if it could not lock onto its opponent, its power would be drastically diminished.
The Immortal-Slaying Sword could not be drawn