The former Great Sun Sword Heir, now in the middle stage of Dao Integration, knelt before the current Great Sun Sword Lord. He had lost all will to fight.
Clang!
Jiang Ding drew his sword. A streak of sword light cut straight across.
The strike hit Ming Guangzi. Powerless to resist, he watched his protective shield shatter before he was hurled into the starry sky, coughing blood as he fell.
Silent, he struggled up and prostrated himself again.
The sword cultivators around them stood as still as cicadas in winter.
The killing intent around them grew colder. His surrender had changed nothing; death seemed about to descend.
Ming Guangzi trembled.
He knew that killing intent was real.
The current Great Sun Sword Lord had no bond with him and no reason to threaten him merely for show. Killing intent meant killing intent.
Even his soul was nearly frozen!
"Sword Lord!"
"I can see no hope!"
Facing death, Ming Guangzi roared, "For tens of thousands of years, I have failed to draw any closer to the true Dao Children of the upper realm's Immortal Orders. I've tried countless times and fought countless bloody battles. None of it worked!"
"Even approaching their legacy disciples has been terribly difficult!"
"The Great Sun Sword Dao is too young! Its history spans only a few hundred thousand years. Compared with the tens of millions of years of inheritance held by ancient Immortal Orders, compared with the exquisite arts refined by generation after generation of supremes, it falls far too short!"
"The Great Sun Sword Dao's promise lies in the future!"
"But that future does not belong to me!"
The icy killing intent kept building, poised to fall.
"Sword Lord!"
"Give me time!"
A flash of insight came to Ming Guangzi. Gritting his teeth, he said,