Some distance below the mountainside of Sword God Mountain, Hua Langxin was gritting his teeth and holding on, comprehending the vastness of the natural sword intent and tempering his own.
He was not as foolish as Bai Peng, burning spiritual power just to persist.
After all, he had not come here to risk his life. He had only come to temper his sword intent.
"Hm? What's going on?"
Suddenly, Hua Langxin was startled awake by a shout. He quickly raised his head and happened to see a bedraggled figure coughing blood as he flew backward, crashing viciously toward the foot of the mountain.
Hua Langxin had sharp eyes and recognized the man at once—it was Bai Peng.
"That guy... what happened to him?" Hua Langxin was dumbfounded. Why had Bai Peng been sent flying while coughing blood?
Could he have fought Brother Dugu? That did not seem right either. He had not sensed the slightest disturbance.
But if he had not fought anyone, then even if Bai Peng could no longer hold on, he should only have been forced back. It was impossible for him to be blasted away.
Thoroughly baffled, Hua Langxin immediately turned and headed down the mountain.
The moment he turned around, Hua Langxin felt the pressure on him lessen. The farther down he went, the weaker the pressure became. Climbing the mountain was hard, but descending it was easy.
"I wonder when I'll be able to reach the mountainside. Sigh, I'm still no match for those monsters on the Sword Ranking!" Hua Langxin shook his head with a sigh.
As far as he knew, aside from sword-dao experts of the older generation, among the younger generation, only the top five on the Profound Ranking could set foot upon the "mountainside" of Sword God Mountain.
Bai Peng