Boom...
Sikong Jing's Mad Beast Sword Dao forcibly blocked Cheng Yin's Galloping Sword, but he no longer held the absolute advantage he had three days ago... Though it had been the same three days, Cheng Yin's progress was utterly earth-shaking.
"Ha, hahahaha..."
At that moment, Cheng Yin laughed wildly, completely casting aside his previous worries and inner shadows...
"Sikong Jing, your talent is nothing more than this."
"You never comprehended the true essence of the ninth level of Sword Dao. You're dead for sure."
As he spoke, Cheng Yin swung his sword without pause, the galloping momentum growing ever fiercer.
It carried the dual assault of sword and devil...
He continued laughing. "I'm the one more favored. Snow-Tempered Sword Spirit, did you see that?"
The Snow-Tempered Sword Spirit remained silent.
She still leaned toward Sikong Jing, yet the truth was that Cheng Yin had gained more within the ninth level of the restriction.
This showed that Sikong Jing's talent truly seemed inferior to Cheng Yin's.
Sikong Jing continued blocking with his Mad Beast Sword Dao. Through the clash of their two domains, he stared fixedly at Cheng Yin...
"What exactly is the true essence of the ninth level's Sword Dao? Cheng Yin has comprehended it, while I..."
"No!"
"Cheng Yin hasn't truly comprehended it. His Emperor Bloodline from that mysterious expert is what brought it to him."
He realized that the feeling Cheng Yin's attacks gave off could only be said to resemble the ninth level Sword Dao somewhat; it was not the whole of it.
Or rather...
Cheng Yin's Emperor Bloodline itself contained an essence similar to that of the ninth level Sword Dao.
"Hahaha..."
"Sikong Jing, for the humiliation you gave me, I'll make you pay it back a thousandfold, ten thousandfold!"
Cheng Yin's laughter did not cease,