The great battle was drawing to a close.
"If I ever encounter a true Immortal Order's Dao Child from the upper realm, a Dao Child from a near-immortal power, my only way to survive will probably be to flee toward the Heaven Sword Heir..."
Jiang Ding murmured inwardly.
That was not to say the Heaven Sword Heir was weak. In fact, he might be one of the strongest Dao Children among the near-immortal powers.
It was just that Dao Children who cultivated spells had no shame!
The moment one realized he could not beat you, he would care nothing for appearances. Nor would he feel embarrassed that others had seen him lose to a cultivator from a lower realm. He would immediately call on his sect elders to suppress you.
It would not matter how brilliant a prodigy of the domain you were. They would crush you with power far above your level.
By comparison, pure sword sects were much simpler.
If you killed their Sword Heir, they would escort you out of their territory with full honors. If they were as mad as the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, they might even give you a generous reward, encourage you to do it again, and seriously consider making you the Great Sun Sword Heir.
Of course, that was a pure sword sect.
Like the moral utopia of self-restraint and proper conduct that countless living beings held in their hearts, such a thing was exceedingly rare.
Even among sword sects, that kind of purity was seldom seen.
People found it hard to be free of selfishness, hard to possess such pure conviction and pride in the sword, and hard not to feel rage and grief over the death of their own child or a personal disciple they had spent years with.
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