Qian Daoliu chose the uninhabited mountains north of Spirit City as their battlefield.
It was far from the city, with no villages nearby, and the old hunting trails through the mountains had been closed in advance. They stood beneath the clouds, uneven ridgelines below their feet. The wind snapped Bai Jin's hem.
Qian Renxue stayed at the perimeter, while Golden Crocodile stood at the other end.
With someone guarding each direction, Bai Jin placed the last Anchor Point.
"Same rules as before? Fight until one of us admits defeat?" he asked.
Qian Daoliu shook his head.
"I'll show you what you came to see with three sword forms. Break through them, and you win today. If you can't, I'll stop."
"Sounds like I'm getting the better end of this."
"Try it first."
The old man raised his right hand, and a golden longsword formed in his palm. The real Angel Holy Sword was still in the Angel Temple. What he held now was Soul Power refined to its utmost limit.
Bai Jin looked at the blade, his expression turning serious.
They both had the Six-Winged Angel and golden Soul Power, yet when Qian Daoliu manifested his Martial Soul, the feeling he gave Bai Jin was entirely different from Qian Renxue.
The sky seemed to draw closer to the old man.
Level ninety-nine.
Two red rings rose beneath Bai Jin's feet. He did not wait for his opponent to move, immediately activating his Six Eyes True Body.
The first sword form arrived.
Gold flashed, and the sword tip was already pressed against the space before his brow.
Limitless stretched the distance endlessly, stopping the blade before his face. But a layer of impossibly fine golden flame suddenly flared where they met, rapidly consuming the Soul Power that maintained the space.
Bai