"Your cultivation and strength are not bad, Fellow Daoist. Against you, this old man truly does not have much chance of victory."
"But before I die, I believe I still have what it takes to drag someone down with me."
Su Shi'er spoke unhurriedly and calmly. Though heavily wounded, he still carried himself with composed poise.
As he finished speaking, he raised a hand and drew back the Southern Bright Leaving Fire before him.
Then, a faint pale-yellow glow condensed into a small heart, flickering in and out of sight at the Numinous Palace between his brows.
He naturally did not dare underestimate Wan Jianyi's strength.
Especially in his severely wounded state, if they competed in swordsmanship or spell techniques, or if he activated the Southern Bright Leaving Fire, his odds of winning were practically zero.
His only reliance was the Spiritual Sense tempered by the Quenching God Art.
The power of condensing Spiritual Sense into a sword had already been proven in his previous battle against that mysterious visitor from Heavenly Capital.
That mysterious Heavenly Capital visitor possessed a secret treasure capable of resisting Spiritual Sense Attacks, but... Wan Jianyi might not.
"Hm? A Spiritual Sense Attack technique?"
"No wonder you dared remain here and face me directly despite being so gravely injured."
"However... there is no enmity between us. We came here with no intention of doing anything to the Yun Ge Sect. Once our business is finished, we will leave on our own."
Wan Jianyi's brows furrowed slightly. The strangeness of the Spiritual Sense Sword's radiance immediately made him feel threatened, confirming that the man before him had not spoken falsely. Su Shi'er truly possessed the ability to drag another person into death with him, and two flashes of wariness flickered through Wan Jianyi's eyes.
His urge