Challenging Ling Qing

Seeing that the situation was turning bad, Tian Yong spurred his sword light, transforming it into thirty-six streaks of thunderous sword light.

This was the Thirty-Six Thunder God Swords he had newly comprehended.

The thirty-six sword lights wove together, evolving into a sea of thunderous swords that ground away the demonic qi around him and tore open a gap.

Then, with another urging of his sword art, he launched the thirty-six thunderous sword lights straight at Wang Fu's thirty-six acupoints.

He himself sent his sword soaring and turned back toward the awning.

Wang Fu had meant to give chase, but at the sight of those thirty-six sword lights before him, a sense of danger rose in his heart, and he did not dare disregard them.

He could only watch helplessly as Tian Yong broke free and left.

"Forgive me, Senior Brother. Dao Yong was incapable and lost this match." Returning to the awning, Tian Yong clasped his hands toward Lin Lingsu.

"Junior Brother, do not let it weigh on your mind. That fiend is an Old Devil who has cultivated for many years, and his realm is now a full level above yours. Losing to him is no disgrace.

"You recognized the danger and withdrew in time, preserving yourself—that is the true essence of cultivation.

"When your realm rises in the future, simply go reclaim your honor." Wang Wenqing, standing nearby, smiled as he consoled him.

"Yes, I understand, Junior Brother." Tian Yong clasped his hands, then returned to his prayer mat and sat down cross-legged.

He was not particularly dejected. With a whole realm's difference between them, and with the other party's inheritance no weaker than his own, losing was only natural.

Now, he had managed to break one of the man's demonic swords, fight him for so long,