Two Great Tragedies of Life: One Insists on Seeking Death, the Other Lacks the Strength to Survive

"Whoosh!"

Before Baili Chen could react, the flying sword suddenly trembled amid the firelight.

Then, the flying sword shot out of the fireball, drawing a crimson streak of light as it pierced through the sword formation and flew straight at Baili Chen himself.

"Not good!"

Baili Chen's expression changed again, and he immediately tried to alter his technique to block the incoming sword light.

Unfortunately, the sword light was as swift as lightning.

Before the hand seals in his hands could be completed, the sword light had already reached him and brushed past his body.

The next moment.

The sword formation in midair, which had been wrestling with the remaining Fireballs, seemed to lose its source of power all at once.

Some of the sword qi collided with the Fireballs, melting each other away.

Even more sword qi spontaneously collapsed.

In an instant.

The sword formation was broken, and all the sword qi scattered, leaving only four Three-Foot Green Edges spinning in midair.

The Spiritual Treasure Flying Swords, brimming with spirituality, glowed emerald green. One could tell at a glance that they were no ordinary treasures.

But that was all.

The awe-inspiring sword intent that had once again spread outward from Baili Chen in all directions also dispersed into nothingness at that moment.

Like surging waves determined to make a comeback, the Ten Thousand Year Cold Air abruptly lost its guidance.

The clouds and mist flowed and drifted back toward the mountain peak where they had originally been.

On the ninth peak of Heavenly Pond Mountain.

Baili Chen stood where he was, his eyes wide as he stared fixedly at Su Shi'er, hatred towering to the heavens in his gaze.

He seemed to want to say something, yet could not utter a single word.

On the other side, Su Shi'er