Before his divine sense left the Great Sun Sect,
Jiang Ding glanced at the Great Sun Sect's highest peak.
More than seventy years ago, a strand of sword qi he had placed there had vanished. It must have detected an external enemy and slashed out on its own, exhausting itself completely.
It was somewhat unexpected.
That strand of sword qi needed to draw upon the Great Sun Sect's spiritual veins to sustain itself, making it difficult to conceal. Xi Ping'an should have discovered it, yet he had not removed it.
"Is this person trying to lure me out?"
Jiang Ding felt a faint stirring within his heart.
"Forget it."
"On a Spirit Transformation-level battlefield, I must hold the initiative. I cannot fight on a battlefield someone else has prepared; I must possess the intelligence advantage."
"Besides, the one who is anxious definitely will not be me."
Jiang Ding thought silently.
As the days passed, the likelihood of Xi Ping'an's death grew day by day, and his odds of victory would only fall lower and lower. No matter how one looked at it, this was not a losing bargain.
Jiang Ding recalled the intelligence from Tianyang True Lord and True Lord Xufang.
"Tian Gui True Lord of the Guishan Iron Clan has been in seclusion for more than thirty years. No one knows when he will emerge..."
"Six-Finger Old Devil of the Six Paths Sect has been quite active these past years. His last appearance was ten years ago near Beast-Spirit Immortal City, where he ambushed and killed an independent Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator, taking his bones, blood, and Nascent Soul to refine a tribulation-crossing demonic treasure..."
"Pathetic."
"With so many Demon Race Demon Lords to choose from, he still had to strike at a human Nascent Soul at a