At the foot of Sword God Mountain, Xiao Yun climbed steadily toward the summit, one step at a time. He was drawing ever closer to Bai Peng ahead of him.
Bai Peng seemed to sense Xiao Yun behind him. He glanced back from the corner of his eye, and his pupils shrank at once, disbelief filling his heart.
How could this be?
Xiao Yun had actually caught up, and he was getting faster and faster.
The distance between them was rapidly closing.
Bai Peng's face darkened like still water. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to quicken his pace and climbed with all his strength, trying to widen the gap between himself and Xiao Yun.
However, at this point, the natural Sword Intent crashing toward him had become terrifyingly powerful, making it impossible for Bai Peng to increase his speed.
If he forced it, then the moment he lost his footing, he would likely be blasted away by the natural Sword Intent in an instant.
But if he did not speed up, Bai Peng feared that Xiao Yun would soon surpass him.
That was something Bai Peng could not tolerate.
Back then, Dugu Jian had defeated his grandfather and declared that the Bai Family's Sword Dao was third-rate, turning the Bai Family into the laughingstock of the entire Eastern Wilderness. It was the Bai Family's shame.
Bai Peng had studied swordsmanship diligently since childhood for the day he could personally wash away that humiliation and defeat a descendant of the Dugu Clan.
He could lose to anyone, but he absolutely could not lose to a descendant of the Dugu Clan.
Bai Peng gritted his teeth and looked toward the summit, his crimson eyes brimming with resolve.
"I cannot lose to him!"
"The humiliation my grandfather suffered will never be repeated!"