Aside from showing a trace of warmth toward the Great Sun Sword Heir and the Great Sun Patriarch, the Yang Bone Celestial possessed an indescribable cold brutality toward everyone else, instinctively chilling the heart.
It was as though a terrifying savage beast born within the blazing sun stood before them, ready to choose someone and devour them at any moment.
"Reporting to Senior,"
Ming Guangzi's heart tightened as he respectfully said, "This junior, Ming Guang... Ming Guang, the previous Great Sun Sword Heir, was defeated by Jiang—by the Great Sun Sword Heir."
The instant he directly spoke the Great Sun Sword Heir's name, he keenly sensed a thread of killing intent.
"The previous Great Sun Sword Heir?"
"Then why are you still alive?"
The Yang Bone Celestial was puzzled, deeply confused. "I saw the Sword Heir. If Dao Integration cultivators had not joined forces to besiege him, he might even have beaten the Immortal Artifact Sect's legacy disciple and those two legacy disciples, True Fire and Dark Water, to death. How could you possibly still be alive?"
"And putting that aside, your strength is so weak... the gap is far too great!"
"Do you yourself think you could engage him in a sword duel?"
He frowned.
Sword cultivators thirsted for killing, yet did not thirst for killing.
Their thirst for killing was directed at the strong.
Their lack of thirst for killing was directed at the weak. Sword cultivators were unwilling to slaughter too many, because their swords were unwilling—they felt insulted.
And this young man before him was far weaker than the Immortal Sect's legacy disciples. He could not stir killing intent in the heart of a legacy sword cultivator at all; he had not reached even the minimum standard.
"Because I used an unfair method to escape."
Ming