"Ah, good!"
Even Nine Immortals Elder understood this principle; he simply did not want either Nie Tong or Shang Quan to suffer any mishap!
Now that Nie Yun had said this, he knew that continuing would render the match meaningless. He immediately shook his head and returned to his throne.
"Begin!"
Having dealt with Nine Immortals Elder, Nie Tong smiled faintly.
The best answer to everyone's doubts was battle. Win the battle, and all doubts would vanish into thin air; lose, and no matter how much was said, it would all be in vain.
"Good!"
Shang Quan nodded, and his powerful aura spread once more.
Nine Immortals Elder's brief interruption had not diminished his fighting spirit. Instead, it had made it even stronger. Savage power seemed ready to burst from his body, forming a dark cloud above his head.
His longsword rose, filling the sky with a rain of sword light.
"What dense deathly energy..."
Seeing his swordsmanship, Nie Yun frowned.
Though Shang Quan had concealed it well and his aura was majestic, nothing could hide from Nie Yun's Heavenly Eye and the gaze of a Martial Dao Master. It was revealed with perfect clarity.
His sword qi carried an extremely dense deathly energy, as though it had crawled out of a graveyard. Anyone with even slightly less courage would likely feel their entire body turn icy after one glance, as if trapped in a quagmire from which they could not pull themselves free.
"Not bad!"
Nie Yun had seen the peculiarity of his swordsmanship, and Nie Tong had as well. He laughed heartily, narrowed his long, slender eyes, and lightly waved the sword in his hand. The surrounding space seemed to have been sliced apart, leaving behind a vacuum.
Whoosh!
The two longswords collided. There was no deafening crash,