Slaying a Middle-Stage Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator

"A spell cultivator?"

"You took the path of combining spell cultivation with sword cultivation. Did you think you were clever, taking the best of both and becoming invincible?"

Jiang Ding chuckled at the sight.

With the aid of two Nascent Soul treasures, the Dove-Wing Sword could finally hold its own against the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword.

If his swordsmanship fell short, he would pile on raw power, then pile on more, until he closed the gap and surpassed his opponent!

"Of course."

"I am a prodigy seen only once in ten thousand years."

True Lord Yinjiu remained calm. The other man's words did nothing to shake his resolve. "Once I kill you, I'll forge another magic treasure from your soul and bones. When my cultivation advances further, I'll leave the Six Paths Sect and establish a force called the Poison Sword Sect."

"One day, the Poison Sword Sect may even surpass the Great Sun Sword Sect and endure through the ages."

He spoke coldly, without a trace of hesitation. To that end, slaughtering hundreds of millions and betraying everyone would trouble him no more than a breeze across his face.

"Not bad. Not bad at all."

"That's how a sword cultivator should be. Sword intent above all, will as king."

Jiang Ding stopped mocking him and nodded with genuine approval. "Where sword intent reaches, heaven and earth, all living beings, all things, even time itself can become swords. What do a few magic treasures matter?"

True Lord Yinjiu froze.

For a moment, he felt as though he had found someone who understood him. Tears nearly welled in his eyes.

How many years had it been?

Every time he had told friends and fellow cultivators of his ideas, of his path, he had said that sword cultivators did not have to