Before the great hall, frost spilled across the square, and Sword Qi crisscrossed the air.
The two had already exchanged several rounds in mere moments, their moves and counters a clash of razor-sharp wits.
Yin Shuangshuang truly lived up to her reputation as a prodigy who had studied the Sword Dao and attained success even before beginning her training as a Spirit Tamer. Compared to others who wielded the Spirit Command Dao with ease, what she excelled at seemed to be the Sword Dao itself.
To her, the Spirit Command Dao seemed instead to serve as a supplement—a key that let her cultivate the power of metal escape and open the gates of Sword Cultivator training!
This was a supreme Secret Art of the ancient Sword Dao, a mighty Dao Path that had held sway for millions of years and never faded from the cultivation world. By comparison, the Spirit Command Dao was still in its infancy.
She loved the sword, was utterly devoted to it, and every move she made revealed her Dao.
"We sword cultivators hold only a sword in our hands, and only a sword in our hearts. To slay our enemies and protect ourselves, we rely entirely on this path. We aren't like you spell cultivators, with all your dazzling Divine Abilities and spells..."
For no clear reason, something Li Yan had once said surfaced in Fang Qianyuan's mind. He had thought little of it then; only now did its formidable truth reveal itself.
The Sword Dao?
Fang Qianyuan felt the difference as he fought her.
But Fang Qianyuan was no ordinary opponent either. He continued circulating his Spirit Essence, spreading it throughout his body and even enveloping Little White beneath him.
Man and wolf worked as one. Though the area they had to protect had