How could Jiang Ding not feel lost in such a situation?
No, it was more than confusion. Fear and unease had taken root, giving his inner demons an opening.
His opponent was one of the upper realm's greatest sword prodigies!
He had terrifying talent, came from a power close to the level of immortals, and had never once let up in his efforts. He had no weaknesses whatsoever.
How could Jiang Ding surpass someone like that?
This mortal enemy stood before his path like an endless divine mountain. How could he ever get past him?
Yes, they were mortal enemies.
That was how cruel things were between sword cultivators. At the moment they crossed swords, each was a worthy opponent. The instant they met again in the future, a bloody battle to the death would erupt.
Such a sword duel surpassed even the hatred of a murdered father or a stolen wife. It would not end until one of them died.
"Hahaha..."
"So this day has come for you too!"
The azure-clad youth's silence emboldened Burning Bone True Lord, Peacock King, and the many headless imperial sons of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan. They hurled shrill, venomous curses. "Jiang Dingzi! One day, you'll meet the upper realm's Heaven Sword Heir. You'll die at his hands like an ignorant native! Don't even dream of escaping!"
"Hah! Your soul will be utterly destroyed! You'll die like an ant!"
"The Thunder-Yang Heaven Sword Realm will turn its gaze upon the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect. Endless lightning and sword light will destroy it. Everyone on your homeworld will be wiped out, down to the last member of every family. Even Dharma-Ending City will be found and crushed..."
These enemies from his past cursed him in a frenzy. Threads of dreadful demonic energy formed around