Amid a hazy glow, the sea-like expanse of the Sky-Covering Divine Banyan appeared before them once more. It unfurled in the middle atmosphere, a sight that lifted the spirits.
"Heavenly Secret..."
Jiang Ding's gaze was cold, but it held no killing intent.
Even that coldness soon faded. His expression returned to normal, as though it were someone else whose Dao Path had just been severed.
"Huh?"
Jin Lingfeng waved her little hand before his eyes.
"You're fine?"
"I thought you'd fall into a bloodthirsty frenzy again. They all ran a long way off."
An Siyan adjusted her black-rimmed glasses, utterly baffled.
Nearby, Bone Forest True Person, Ou Yanghui, Liu Xiong, and the others had put at least several kilometers between themselves and Jiang Ding. At those words, they gave sheepish smiles and came back.
"How could I?"
Jiang Ding rolled his eyes. "Against someone I absolutely can't beat, why would I do that? I wouldn't be able to run fast enough. Why would I charge at him? I'm not crazy."
"I see."
Bone Forest True Person returned, understanding dawning on him.
Beneath the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's Great Sun Sword Heirs' outward bloodthirsty madness lay deep cunning. They would never charge an unbeatable opponent regardless of the odds.
They were not children of destiny. If they truly behaved that way, they would have died eight hundred times over and never survived to the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's glorious era.
In an instant, Bone Forest True Person gained a much deeper understanding of the Immortal Orders' many stubborn traditions.
The Black Tortoise Daoist Heirs fought to the death without retreating; one generation of Daoist Heir died, and another was born.
The numbered Daoist Heirs of the Shadow Demon Abyss.
The Great Sun Sword Pavilion stood by while hostile sects surrounded and