Though the battle in the sky had already been decided, those watching below remained silent for a long while.
If Wang Chongjin's earlier sword strike had returned to simplicity, then by comparison, Zhang Yu's sword was open and upright, crushing others with sheer momentum, and was all the more soul-stirring.
An involuntary thought arose in many people's minds: if there truly was a sword technique in this world that could break ten thousand methods with a single strike, perhaps this was what it should look like.
At this moment, a streak of fleeing light flew into the sky. A Daoist who had come with Yu Fu stepped forward and caught the falling Wang Chongjin. After examining him, he found that although Wang Chongjin had not yet drawn his last breath, his body was grievously damaged. Not to mention his future path in the Dao—even his current cultivation would likely be difficult to preserve.
He could not help but feel a trace of regret. Looking up at Zhang Yu, he said, "Profound Rectifier Zhang, was that not somewhat too ruthless?"
Zhang Yu said evenly, "There was killing intent in Fellow Daoist Wang's sword. Out of consideration for everyone present, I had already shown mercy beneath my blade."
The Daoist was immediately left speechless.
One could not say that because one intended to kill another, the other was not allowed to kill in return. Moreover, they had all seen the battle clearly just now. Wang Chongjin had shown no mercy with any of his sword strikes. Zhang Yu's decision not to take his life was indeed an act of mercy.
He sighed, offered an apology, and withdrew.
Daoist Wan Ming watched as that streak of fleeing light descended toward the True Cultivators' side and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, be more