Yu Qianzi quietly watched the azure-robed young man before her.
Spirit Transformation.
Without realizing it, she rested her hand on her sword hilt.
In thousands of years, this was perhaps the closest she had ever been to him.
True, they were not at the same cultivation level. She stood one level above him.
But to slay someone close to a sword heir of an upper-realm Immortal Order despite the difference in cultivation would bring immense benefits to many sword cultivators. It could already be called an Honor Sword Duel.
An Honor Sword Duel depended on strength alone.
A trace of heat rose in Jiang Ding's eyes too, then gradually faded. He sighed softly. "Stop, you fool. We're at war. I can't duel anyone right now."
"If you attack, I'll kill you myself first."
"If, by the tiniest chance, something goes wrong, I won't fight you to the death. I'll use the army formation to crush you. Nothing can be allowed to happen to the Immortal Sect's interrealm passage, for any reason."
His voice held deep helplessness.
Having advanced to Void Refining, Yu Qianzi now fully met his requirements. But he truly had no time. He would have to wait until he stepped down from his military post, or until some other exceptional circumstance arose, before he could pursue his sword cultivation.
"Hmph!"
"You fool. You have no pride as a sword cultivator."
Yu Qianzi gave a soft snort, inexplicably a little happy.
But that happiness seemed to affect her in her current state. Subtle disorder crept into her aura, and into her divine soul, which had already begun its transformation into a sword soul.
She hurriedly steadied her mind and breath, entering an icy-hearted state.
"So this is the path you want to forge?"
"Supreme detachment?"
Jiang Ding saw at