Jingming and Jingyuan retreated at the same time.
The two eminent monks of Golden Sun Temple, both at the second inner qi level, chose to evade that black blade qi!
Jingyuan's face turned utterly livid. Lowering his voice, he transmitted a warning to Jingming: "That's the power of 'Mysterious Abyss.' This saber can devour its wielder's Inner Energy and transform it into a higher-order killing move. Don't meet it head-on!"
Jingming stared at the bluestone cleaved in two. His Adam's apple bobbed, but he said nothing.
The cut was too smooth, as though some force had simply erased everything in its path. Could the vajra arhat body he took such pride in... really withstand that kind of attack?
Jingming didn't dare gamble.
Meanwhile, facing the retreating pair, Yi Yang felt no joy. Instead, his expression grew even graver.
That last slash had drawn nearly thirty percent of the Inner Energy straight from his qi sea. The Black Blade refused to follow his commands. He still hadn't fully mastered the saber.
Seeing that the two monks weren't attacking, Yi Yang rapidly calculated his options: his first-level cultivation gave him only a limited qi sea. He could unleash no more than ten full-strength slashes of black blade qi.
Ten slashes.
It sounded like plenty, but against two second-level opponents, he would have five or six chances to strike at full strength, at most.
He had to end this quickly.
His mind made up, Yi Yang tapped the ground with his toes. The nimbleness of Treading Water to Cross the River sent him gliding toward Jingming like a fish through water.
Yi Yang chose to kill Jingming first.
The reason was simple-the iron-tower monk practiced body-hardening arts and relied on brute force. He was less mobile than Jingyuan. Only by killing him first