A drop of bright red blood fell from his cheek and spread through the mortal world like a dream, becoming all the seven emotions and six desires of humankind.
Wei Zicheng had lost in swordsmanship.
He had lost despite wielding the superior inheritance of the Myriad Laws Immortal Scripture. That meant the gap between his swordsmanship and his enemy's was enormous. If they fought with equal power, he would undoubtedly die unless a miracle occurred.
"Fellow Daoist,"
"Your swordsmanship could use some honing..."
A trace of blood-red gradually surfaced in Jiang Ding's eyes.
The instincts of the Great Sun Sword Dao had fully awakened.
Today, there would be no friendship forged through swords, no stopping short of a fatal blow. This would end with one of them dead, even if the True Immortal Heir intervened!
No one could save the being before him.
"That is indeed so."
"Fellow Daoist,"
Wei Zicheng gave a twisted smile and said coldly, "Your cultivation inheritance seems incomplete. It can hardly be called a true immortal scripture."
"And your flying sword is nothing special, either?"
"Heaven itself wants you dead, so you can become nourishment for my path!"
He sighed.
It was an undeniable fact.
The Law-Annihilating Sun Scripture fell short of a true immortal scripture.
As a quasi-immortal-grade sword embryo, the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword could not compare to the Supreme Emotionless Flying Sword. That flying sword had passed through many great fortuitous encounters reserved for prodigies of the ancient imperial bloodline. Its materials were excellent beyond imagination; it was part of the Immortal Dynasty's accumulated might.
"If you insist on seeking death, fellow Daoist,"
"Then I shall see you on your way."
Wei Zicheng sighed as though it pained him.
Rumble~
In the sky, a Myriad Laws Radiant Sun containing infinite, ultimate possibilities