Jiang Ding fixed his gaze on Ming Guangzi, studying him.
Great Sun Annihilation Sword Intent spread out, filling the starry river and scanning every direction. Ming Guangzi's skill with concealment spells was an utter mess; Jiang Ding saw through him with ease.
"Peak Nascent Soul Realm."
"You completed a thousand years of slumber, and your Sword Realm Space flourished, but you failed to give birth to the power of order. You're a little ahead of me... just a little. Without Primal Yellow Hongmeng Mother Qi, you couldn't take command of a small world as you grew. Nor did you fight battles against Dao Child-level opponents... With all that, even a thousand years of slumber was useless."
"Your soul and spiritual sense... are far weaker than mine."
"Your magic power is half a tier stronger than mine."
"Your flying sword is nowhere near mine. It has only just reached the threshold of a quasi-imperial weapon."
"Overall, leaving individual performance aside, there's a considerable gap between our strength."
Jiang Ding murmured to himself, looking somewhat disappointed.
Stunted growth was stunted growth.
One of them had an entire realm's hegemon behind him. The other had nothing. Even the last legacy of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion in his storage artifact was no help.
Ming Guangzi fell silent.
It was true.
After all, he had been unable to kill even Celestial Lord Shuo Yang and had been sealed away for a thousand years.
"Your name?"
Ming Guangzi asked in turn.
"Jiang Ding."
"Jiang Dingzi,"
Ming Guangzi sighed. "Just now, I planned to give you the complete Great Sun Inheritance in my possession as soon as we met, then fight you to the death."
"The victor lives. The loser dies."
"That is the pride every Great Sun Sword Heir should possess: the confidence to be